*she loads the blow dart into a blow dart gun and waits for an opportunity to fire*
?????: you used to be more talkative whenever I was interrogating you. Did I injure you that badly?
*some of Cascade’s scales change to red*
?????: ah, that struck a nerve. *the Nightwing turns around* well I guess it’s why nightwings are superior. We don’t show our emotion nearly that much, but I can say a friend of yours will be here soon
though, hopefully. Though changing scale colors does have advantages.
*The icewing takes her chance. She shoots the blow dart at the Nightwing, but the Nightwing swatted it out the air with her spear without even looking. The icewing barely had time to scramble back to her hiding spot*
?????: I thought someone was here. It was unwise of me not to turn around. *she looks directly at the spot to the icewing’s left of the tree, the icewing loaded another dart in, jumped right, and shot*
?????: you can come out, there’s no need for— *she’s hit, she fell asleep fairly quickly, her spear falls next to Cascade*
*the icewing runs over and picks the injured rainwing up off the ground, she’s having trouble walking fast, but that Nightwing won’t wake up for a few hours. She throws the spear into some bushes*