The gargoyle after Eliza swoops back around in a wide arc, hoping to slam into her again, hoping to collide hard enough to shatter bones.
The large black-winged beast looks at them all. "You should have fled when you had the chance. I have slaughtered far worse than you." It slams a fist into the ground, and fire erupts in a wave around the point of impact like a growing shockwave of heat, a rippling wall of pure-white flame growing higher even as it expands outward, buckling concrete, exploding technology as it goes.
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