Pain ripped suddenly through her body as an arrow pierced cleanly through her right wing and buried itself into the cliff's edge. She screamed in pain, a scream which only intensified as a crossbow bolt followed almost immediately, this time passing through her left wing, pinning her against the surface like a fly in a spider's web. Tinges of red began to cloud her vision, but she could just barely make out her horde of attackers closing in on her with frightening speed. She tried her best to avoid the next heavy blade, but could only dodge briefly to the left. The weapon thudded deep into the rock's surface, and seperated her right wing from her body.
"NO!" The word came out not as a shout, but as a shriek of fury. Magical energy weighed heavily on the word, and magical shockwaves pulsed from Shendelzare's body. The force sent her assassins spinning away in mid-flight, but she knew she could not keep them away for long. She gripped her chakram tightly, horrified at the thought of what she knew was her only option left. She screamed yet again, and raised her weapon.
With one clean stroke, she sliced her left wing from her back.
Even as she fell, her cries of agony, anger and hate echoed through the skies, ending only when she had fallen into the trees of the Northern Woods.