[Espy]

((Whoops. Looks like I'll have to clean this up quickly. Once again, up to you whether he's actually out cold, or just has a massive headache.))

With a muffled thud, the assassin's knee connected with the man's head. Never said I was nice, now did I. Let's hope's he's knocked out... She pocketed the gun and tried to lift the man.

...Way. Too. Heavy. Not surprising for a girl who was about half his size. She twisted around and carried him awkwardly on her back, leaving space for her wings to sprout. Luckily the medical tent wouldn't be too far away.

She flapped her wings once, twice...(ohshet he's heavier than I'd thought...) and to some extent achieved lift-off, kicking the ground with one leg at intervals. It was better than walking. She peered back at the man's blind eye and sighed. "Looks like dinner's going to be on Espy, again. Demo's not gonna be happy~" she trailed off in a slight singsong. For some strange reason she was glad she hadn't given in to her own pride.