It's close enough. The thing's... wings? Yes, wings- flare massively in a last burst of reflex, slowing its fall to a weirdly graceful topple forward. With one last hiss of breath, it collapses, and slides off the hood to the floor of the darkened garage.
"That was kindly done," rumbles Fawkes. "Thank you."
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:34 am (UTC)"That was kindly done," rumbles Fawkes. "Thank you."