I kept climbing higher, wind roaring in my ears, wings beating hard as I carried the thrashing Phantom with me.
The corrupted chains it used as arms flailed wildly, trying to wrap around my limbs, but I didn't let go.
My arms were locked around its waist like a steel vise. It squirmed and screeched, mist leaking from its joints, but I kept flying—higher, and higher, until the clouds were below us.
Then I stopped.
And dropped.
We freefell for a second, the Phantom still flailing in my grip.
Then I growled into its ear.
"Your turn."
I shifted my grip, grabbed its head with both hands, and slammed my forehead into the back of its helmet.
CRACK!
The metal dented inward as I sent the Phantom spiraling forward through the air. But I wasn't done.
I kicked off the air with my wings and shot forward like a missile, caught up in a second, and hammered my fist into its spine.
BOOM!
