" Ey! Wouldja look at that!" One of the soldiers exclaimed, pointing at the sky. A bird seems to have flown off, and apparently it doesnt seem natural, at least to the soldiers.
"Aren't our orders to kill any mutant we see?" one asked.
"Yea, but I bet you couldn't shoot that thing down with your sidearm from this range!" One of the more bloodthirsty troops said.
"Wanna act on that bet Charles? Ten bucks says you cant hit it."
"Your on"
The soldier known as Charles drew his .45 calibre pistol, and took aim, then began squeezing off rounds at Bloodwing.