The Cleaner's six pulsing wings of deletion code flickered, sputtered, and violently shattered, turning into heavy, bloody clumps of bone and wet feathers.
Without its wings, and suddenly burdened by the weight of flesh and bone, the entity dropped.
"NOOOO!" the former angel shrieked, choking on its own newly rendered blood as it plummeted out of the sky.
It fell forty feet, crashing violently into the cracked pavement of the floating plaza.
CRUNCH!
The impact was absolutely devastating. Because it had never possessed a physical body, it had zero instincts on how to brace for a fall. Its newly minted legs shattered upon impact, the bones jutting out through the pale, pink skin in a gruesome display of compound fractures.
The entity writhed on the concrete, clutching its broken legs, sobbing and choking in a puddle of its own blood.
[HP: 65,000 / 100,000]
