High in the clouds, it plumeted, heading straight for the ground, it's bloodied florescent white wings wrapped around it, this form. Blood streamed from it's back as the gravity began tearing at it's wings, and it neared the ground at an unreal speed. It held a bomb close, like a mother holding her child, ever so caringly, to it's chest. It smiled and carressed the explosive dearly, and it's eyes shifted to the gore that fell at the side of the cliff. It crashed into the ground with a blinding flash of light, an explosion of petals rushed up into the skies like a bloodying the surrounding area. It had landed just inches from the jaguar and small figure next to her. Shapnel pierced it's body and left it torn to shreds as it lay there, dead. The breeze blew through his feathers and he awaited the approach of the feline patiantly.