Fire
I groped around in my pockets for a match, sighing in relief when I found one and scraping it against a particularly rough-looking stone. After some tries and curses, a flame was set and I looked at the body that I covered with my coat, feet poking out from the material. I threw the match squarely onto his chest and without much thought, turned around and limped away, awkwardly holding my injuried wing while the other was tucked behind my back. I didn't want to be there when the smell of burning flesh hit my nose.
I sweatdropped at how far I actually flew off, a few miles by the look of it, since I was surrounded by broken rock instead of forest and actual civilization.
Ah damn, this was such a pain.