[center][b]Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica[/b][/center]

"Black-winged beast!" He called hatefully. "Get down here, or be brought down!"

Nortiz glanced back at the scene. When had a random disturbance involving Laguez been considered important enough to involve mages (even it had involved a destroyed tavern)? Archers, he'd been expecting. Mages though, that was a different thing entirely, especially if the guy had wind magic on him. The raven swooped downwards, aiming to go behind the tallest building around and fly from there until the chase was given up on (not thinking about what could happen if he didn't get away, nope not at all). The guard couldn't be desperate enough yet that they'd destroy property to bring him down. So his best bet was to get out of the mage guy's range and line of sight while avoiding any other guards' attempts to bring him down. If he'd thought to bring a second set of clothes, maybe he could find a place out of sight, change, then attempt to disappear into the crowd, but he'd not imagined this kind of scenario happening today. What he had though was flight and speed. With a little bit of luck, he might still manage to shake off his pursuit, get into clothes, then plot out his next course of action. No way would he willing submit again, even if (when) this made things harder for him.

At the very least, "beast" was a better word than "pet".