As I began plummeting towards the ground, I looked up and saw my mother in full vamp form, except she had massive talons for feet. She didn't teach me that. She was yelling something at me.
"Repair your wings! Remember the mitochondria!" She said.
"Fucking mitochondria my ass," I said to myself as I focused on repairing my wings.
Nothing was happening and I had 2 seconds before I hit the ground. I couldn't focus on repairing my wings like this. So I changed my plan in a split second.
I turned over in the air so I was facing down and performed an energy wave before I hit the ground. It sufficiently slowed me down and I was able to drop the remaining couple feet safely.
My mother touched down next to me. "Why do you always do that?" I said.
"Do what?" She said.
"Spring shit on me," I said.
"It's good training," she said. "How are supposed to learn how to get out of life or death situations if you've never been in any? Besides, I would have caught you."
