They hit the ground together. The impact sent both of them tumbling in different directions. Noah rolled, came up in a crouch. The Harbinger landed badly, one of its legs bending wrong.
'The wings are gone. It can't fly anymore. But it still has its physical capabilities. Still has those shockwave techniques. And it's missing an arm. I'm wearing it down.'
The Harbinger pushed itself upright. Looked at where its wings had been. The stumps on its back tried to regenerate but the void damage was too extensive. New tissue would form, turn black, dissolve. Form again, dissolve again. The regeneration was caught in a loop it couldn't escape. Same with its missing arm - the stump blackened and corrupted, unable to heal.
Its eyes found Noah. Intelligence was still there. Rage. Desperation. But also something else. The realization that it was going to die here.
It charged anyway.
