Fang groaned as he felt the blood seeping through his shirt. That damn Eraser had gotten him bad. He kept his arm to his side, not letting the others see the bad wound. Max turned around.
"You all right, Fang?"
He attempted to nod, but the sudden movement made his head spin. He felt himself drop, but his wings were not moving. He knew he wasn't going to be able to fly himself out of this one, so he slowly and painfully fold against his back, and he hit the ground with a thud, the world swiftly growing dark around him.
