[For a moment, a single moment, Jack feels himself escaping. A gusting force catches his wings and his feet leave the ground and there's a sudden glorious surge of lift.
Then weight snarls around his legs and the already-bitten wing buckles, for all that it matters with his focus snapped and the magic going with it. The ground rushes up at him and hits home in an explosion of black-red and pain and the taste of blood, dazing him for a moment, slowing him as he tries to jerk onto his back despite the snake entangling him. He's breathing hard, stinging sharp over his brow and cheekbone, but he has to at least see what's coming. He needs to.]
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Then weight snarls around his legs and the already-bitten wing buckles, for all that it matters with his focus snapped and the magic going with it. The ground rushes up at him and hits home in an explosion of black-red and pain and the taste of blood, dazing him for a moment, slowing him as he tries to jerk onto his back despite the snake entangling him. He's breathing hard, stinging sharp over his brow and cheekbone, but he has to at least see what's coming. He needs to.]