“I’m fine,” Tsukishima says, tentatively pushing himself up after getting over the sound of crunching bone. Carefully, he uses one hand to press up at Skyfire’s wings in an attempt if he can see just what’s gone on. The outcome is obvious: clearly the skeleton has ben torn and scattered apart, bones not a match for metal. Still, he can’t exactly see that. “Is the coast clear, then?”
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“I’m fine,” Tsukishima says, tentatively pushing himself up after getting over the sound of crunching bone. Carefully, he uses one hand to press up at Skyfire’s wings in an attempt if he can see just what’s gone on. The outcome is obvious: clearly the skeleton has ben torn and scattered apart, bones not a match for metal. Still, he can’t exactly see that. “Is the coast clear, then?”