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Crow was used to running both metaphorically and literally, though he was definitely better at the former than the latter. He’d been meaning to get some better strength and stamina into his legs, but that usually boiled down to ‘why run when I can fly?’
But the electromagnetic experiments those humans had conducted had really got them in a tizzy about him, so they kept doing it. And one thing led to another, and the amplifier in his brain started overheating.
Which was really a joy all around for him.
He couldn’t decide which was worse; the splitting migraine, or the fact that he couldn’t maintain any semblance of a pattern of flight. He could feel the amplifier short-circuiting-- ow-- and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he hit the ground.
Crow had been hoping to get out of this massive city, but no such luck. He made it more towards the outskirts before he came down, his biotics giving out as he plummeted to the ground.
He was hoping for a soft patch of grass, or maybe a pool or something, but it didn’t look like there was much of that in this neighborhood. So he brought his arms up in front of his face and braced for impact.
He hit the side of what felt like a generator; maybe even an air conditioner, but either way it smashed under the impact and he rolled to a stop a few feet away, his face slammed into the concrete.
Crow stayed still. He needed a second. Or ten.