[ The Void swerves, batting angrily at the bird as it flies after him; it's not a problem, but a nuisance. He turns on Gil again, flying at him to outrun Raven, and grabbing an arm to twist, to hurt, to break. He tosses Gil the length of the roof by that arm. ]
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[ The Void swerves, batting angrily at the bird as it flies after him; it's not a problem, but a nuisance. He turns on Gil again, flying at him to outrun Raven, and grabbing an arm to twist, to hurt, to break. He tosses Gil the length of the roof by that arm. ]
It's too late for that.