A pained roar filled the sky, but Kirishima couldn’t let himself fall here.
The tear the arrow made through his wing wasn’t enough to send him out of commission right away, and he used that to his advantage, fighting through the pain to push forward through the air, feeling the wing currents and taking full advantage of them as he dove.
A mile.
If he could at least get a mile or two ahead of his attackers, he could figure out his way from there. It wasn’t like they knew what he looked like when he was in his human form.
Right?
He had to bank on it. Growling low, nostrils billowing smoke in his pain and anger, he tucked his wings in as he went for the treeline.
Only for another arrow, not like the others, to lodge its way between his scales and cause him to roar in agony.
Down, down he went, but he spiraled on purpose, using his sharp vision to pinpoint the location he could break his way through. He could do this. He could...
He didn’t quite expect the threes to rip him up, too.
Tumbling through the branches, he started to transform. Injuries from the battle he and Bakugo had gotten in littered his body and he had to force a magic forcefield around himself to prevent from damaging his body further. Mid-spin, he spotted a house. ‘Shit!’ he cursed, and spread his wings out again, “Whoa, whoa shit!” he yelled as he scrambled for purchase in the air to at least glide. He didn’t want to destroy the place, after all.
The little talons on the tips of his wings gripped at the roof of the house, and he tore apart the shingles. Overall, while there might be some minor holes he didn’t destroy it and he shrunk himself as soon as possible so his dragon bodyweight wouldn’t cause it to cave in.
Heaving a breath, he edged himself towards the chimney, hoping to hide until he caught his breath. Then he could jump down and run, other injuries be damned. Thankfully the last arrow that had hit him was lodged in his shoulder and not anywhere devastating. He would live...
