Marvin slammed the dark feathered avian into the ground, head plummage practically bristling. The avian under him, Jameson, groaned as he felt Marvin's talons dig into his wings. Jameson narrowed his eyes, wings straining under Marvin's weight. Off to the side was Robbie and Henrik, the latter holding his arm tightly. Blood poured down from where Jameson had grabbed it when he tackled Henrik. Marvin suspected, with how Henrik was holding it, that the bone was broken. His talons dug in further, Jameson hissing in pain yet not a word was swapped between the two avians. Marvin coldly growled, "Try flying after us and you'll have more than a broken wing to worry about, fucker." Jameson shot a glare. "The fuck do you bro-" Thats when Marvin roughly snapped the avian's wing, hearing the blood curdling scream that came from Jameson. After all, their wings were strong but fragile and sensitive. "That should teach you, fucking traitor."