[The boy nails him heavily, like a ton of bricks despite his wiry frame. It's easy to slip onto his back a second time with the slippery sand beneath them; Red isn't the only one with aching wings here. The pain that shoots down his spine almost takes Giovanni off guard - so the warnings about keeping their wings safe was not to be taken lightly. He'll definitely remember that.
With Kangaskhan neutralized and blissfully asleep, the sandstorm falls, raining pebbles and dust over them. Giovanni jerks his head to tip sand off his face mask, and looks up at Red over him.]
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With Kangaskhan neutralized and blissfully asleep, the sandstorm falls, raining pebbles and dust over them. Giovanni jerks his head to tip sand off his face mask, and looks up at Red over him.]