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Two eagles rose in the air to meet each other through screaming deathcries of war. The first, a solid white bird of prey, rushed through barreling updrafts careening toward his enemy, a black griffinhawk. He flashed his brilliant white wings as he dove through bursts of clouds, spinning in hypervolume bulletglide slicing through winds too fast to be real. His keen eyes glinted in the setting sun, shining like a halo over their endless blue battlefield. The black griffinhawk zeroed in on the white eagle and shot off like a razorbeam serrating blue sky as he streaked toward his foe. He spread his black wings on a burst of warm air that carried him up and up higher, then he tucked the tips of his wings in and speared downwind head on toward the rising bird of prey. The two birds screamed as they barrelled toward each other, then clashed in a bloody tirade of talons, spinning around in a vicious jetstream of whiplash gales. Feathers fell as they leapt away from each other and flew around for another pass. The dark griffinhawk blinked his piercing yellow eyes ringed in red, and beat his massive black wings powerfully against the thin air to gain speed. He spread them wide at the cusp and sailed in a wide arc around to fly back towards the white eagle. He had only one shot. The white eagle dove down and swung back up riding the updrafts around cloudbursts and air funnels. He flapped his wings like he’d never flapped them before blazing toward his enemy. He hit a patch of turbulence which rocked him like a boulder smashing his beak, and struggled wildly being thrown around and around in a cyclonic wind tunnel, finally pulling out it and gliding on high winds. The black griffinhawk extended his talons, tucked his wings tight to his body to gain speed, and lashed at the white eagle’s throat, ripping it out like mouse-prey it had hunted. The white eagle fell flailing down through the clouds in a spiraling trail of bloody feathers and dieing screams.