[She spreads her wings reflexively, then lets out a neigh of pain and flinches violently, the wing that the boulder had been pressed against spasming as she does. It might be broken; at the very least it's badly bruised and certainly burned, in no shape for flight.]
[Well, that isn't good.]
[But worry about that later; run for the hill now.]
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[She spreads her wings reflexively, then lets out a neigh of pain and flinches violently, the wing that the boulder had been pressed against spasming as she does. It might be broken; at the very least it's badly bruised and certainly burned, in no shape for flight.]
[Well, that isn't good.]
[But worry about that later; run for the hill now.]