Wings

D came up alongside the carriage. Easily standing atop his saddle, he leapt
for the carriage roof. It was as if all movement had been reduced to slow
motion as D landed feet first on the roof of the vehicle. Crouching down, he
advanced on the driver’s seat. Ripples of suspicion crossed his face. The
driver made no attempt to look his way, but worked the whip mechanically
through the air. D’s hand seized the supple lash. Even after it’d been taken
away, the driver tried to crack the whip.

D set his right hand on the driver’s hair. The instant he tugged back, the
Hunter was tossed into the air by a violent shock. Incredibly, the hair in his
hand, the carriage, and the horses all became a sheet of black cloth that fell
to the ground, and D alone, completely ensnared by the inertia of their
forward momentum, was thrown through the air.

Just as he was about to slam against the earth, the hem of his coat spread
like a gigantic pair of wings, and D turned an easy somersault before
landing feet first on the ground.

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