You'd never credit it to look at him, built like he is out of steel rope strung on a coathanger frame rather than the meaty, compact muscle of an athlete. But from a crouch, legs bunching like coiled springs, he clears high enough for the first powerful down-stroke of his wings, leaving his answer eddying in the dust, and the streaming fire, and the sound of a huge, soft heartbeat.
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You'd never credit it to look at him, built like he is out of steel rope strung on a coathanger frame rather than the meaty, compact muscle of an athlete. But from a crouch, legs bunching like coiled springs, he clears high enough for the first powerful down-stroke of his wings, leaving his answer eddying in the dust, and the streaming fire, and the sound of a huge, soft heartbeat.
"Up."