The arrow whizzes past her face, missing her, but the poison trailing behind it requires less precision. She gets a lungful of it before she can change direction. The acid burns her throat and closes off her airway immediately. She tilts into a dive, spiraling down, down, down...

Too weak to hold open her wings for lack of oxygen, in one last ditch effort, she takes the leathery ends in her claws and uses them like a parachute to soften the fall just enough. There is still a very oud thud somewhere close by in the trees. When Imbros comes to investigate, he'll find her laying on her side, wheezing and groaning, tangled up in her own limbs.