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(Sorry I utterly vanished earlier. Had to get off in a hurry)
From the corner Shadewing stirred, completely invisible, dark feathers against twilight blackness. Tensely he watched Darkstripe leap on Nightwhisper, but staying his blow until the proper moment. As soon as Darkstripe had Deathstorm's throat in his clutches and Nightwhisper was growing hysterical, Shadewing emerged from the darkness. As easily as if he were picking berries for a day's harvest, he darted forwards and flashed in front of Darkstripe, holding out a leg and tripping the warrior. He hit the ground with an insurmountable thud. Shadewing smiled pleasantly before joining Deathstorm.
Darkstripe turned to face them, his beak curling into a grin "Do you think you can win Deathstorm?" He sneered as several more shadowy figures joined them
"Ah, friends," Shadewing muttered grimly, glancing from shadowy figure to shadowy figure. Yet a slight grin cracked his beak all the same. They tried to be like shadows, oh yes, they did, but they had much to learn. "Striking in the darkness in a moment of weakness? Devious. But cowardly."