Hawk jogged wearily on, down a steep sidewalk; Port Siena fell towards the ocean in hills before him, bright in the morning light. He didn't dare stop running, though his arms felt heavy and so did his eyelids. Stopping now just wasn't an option.

The demon's face flashed in his mind's eye. He'd seen demons before, just not--in broad daylight, in public, chasing people away. He considered, then mumbled, "...well that was a hell of an ugly goblin."

He dropped on his next step and lifted his wings tiredly, and conceded, "...prob'ly saved my life though."

It took a momentous effort just to get himself into the air; he heaved his wings down, pushed off, and slid sideways through the air, into the street. A streetcar was lumbering down the road towards him, and he could see the woman at the controls gasp. Hastily he corrected himself and barely made it over the cables, wings outstretched.