[The snake is more than enough to preoccupy Jack, twisting around him with the eerie liquid, jackknifing twists of a true constrictor, and he can hear himself screaming anger-tinted fear as he batters and pulls at it. The sound is lost in the wind whipping up past him as he tumbles unevenly, one wing throbbing pain and the other half-pinned to him. Both flap wildly, flipping him through hard, jerking twists, and it's only with the darkened field zooming up toward him that he desperately torques himself to face it and wills-needs-begs the force riding him with a single blinding burst of intention.
The answering updraft surges in his face hard enough to bend a wing at an angle that punches another harsh sound of pain from him, but he slows and almost-stops before the blast of wind peters out, lightly dropping him to the shadowy canopy from a matter of feet above it.]
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The answering updraft surges in his face hard enough to bend a wing at an angle that punches another harsh sound of pain from him, but he slows and almost-stops before the blast of wind peters out, lightly dropping him to the shadowy canopy from a matter of feet above it.]