For Anemoi maybe some time or other?

[itsfullofmercy]

-1-

[Maybe you just went through deep and personal trauma. Maybe you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Either way the local gun toting priest has come to soothe your soul.]

You have the look of someone who needs to get a load off their mind. Fortunately the Lord is always willing to listen to your troubles!

-2-

Hey buddy, pal, friend, brother/sister [select appropriate] in the eyes of god! Have I ever mentioned how much I respect you and how much I value you our friendship?

[Guess who's broke again.]

-3-

[Ever wonder what's the deal with that giant cross wrapped in cloth and belts that Wolfwood always carries around? Well, things have finally gotten dire enough that he's taken the cloth off to reveal what it is: A giant fucking gun. HOPEFULLY, he's pointing it at someone besides you.]

God may forgive you, but I can't!

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[nomen_est_numen]

"And do what? Squawk at them?"

Desperately he picks up something long and sharp that... seems to fit almost instinctively into the primary feathers of one wing. Without thinking, he flicks it at their assailant and it lodges in the man's hand.

"..."

"What the devil was that?" Shen murmurs as the man screams.

[itsfullofmercy]

Eventually, the battle was won and everyone had a chance to catch their breath.

"That was a hell of a throw."

[nomen_est_numen]

"I...suppose it was," he answers, staring, mystefied, at his own wing. "How long must I have trained to be able to do that?"

[itsfullofmercy]

"I vaguely remember a guy from home who could do things like that, and he was a total goofball."

He shrugged, "Probably means it can't be THAT hard."

[nomen_est_numen]

"It doesn't look as though it would be that easy, either, though." He picks up another spar of wood and attempts to throw it the same way. It... flutters a few feet.

"Hm."