Pain sears through Kazooie's body - real, raw pain, as her Filial wings are scorched by the electricity running through her feathers. She lets out a shrill scream, some strange cross of the primordial agonized cry of a bird and the more sapient anguish and rage that she possesses.
It hurts. It hurts in more ways than just the pain. It hurts like when Mingy Jongo, in the garb of Mumbo Jumbo, first struck her. It hurts like being betrayed.
Kazooie pushes through the agony to get up close for another attempt to strike at Pao-Lin's arm. The razor edge of her beak tip, however, is all misaimed from the pain of the blow. Chances are, she won't hit what she's aiming at.]
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Pain sears through Kazooie's body - real, raw pain, as her Filial wings are scorched by the electricity running through her feathers. She lets out a shrill scream, some strange cross of the primordial agonized cry of a bird and the more sapient anguish and rage that she possesses.
It hurts. It hurts in more ways than just the pain. It hurts like when Mingy Jongo, in the garb of Mumbo Jumbo, first struck her. It hurts like being betrayed.
Kazooie pushes through the agony to get up close for another attempt to strike at Pao-Lin's arm. The razor edge of her beak tip, however, is all misaimed from the pain of the blow. Chances are, she won't hit what she's aiming at.]