When the spear pierced his wing his first reaction was surprise at the loud noise it made. He stumbled, lowering his wing to stare at the spear, realizing he had made a mistake in not looking. The spear had punched clear through his wing just below the joint--it was not bleeding, and it did not hurt very much yet, but ribbons of red spell light were already spreading from it.

It was heavy, the light. He went to his knees, turning his wing over to reach for the spear to pull it out--it was so brightly blazing that everything else had gone dark.

He did not reach the spear before the weight of the spell literally forced him to lie down. Instantly a couple of dogs were upon him, thankfully going for his uninjured wing rather than his head--they both barely got their teeth into him, tearing out feathers, before someone whistled and they backed off.

It took an enormous effort for Hawk to turn and lift his head enough to see the human figures who had approached. He could see nothing of them but their eyes and noses; the rest of them was obscured by riot gear that he'd seen before and black masks. They both carried objects that were arbitrarily shaped like rifles, but which seemed to be just carved-out pieces of aluminum that glowed brightly red.

They spoke to each other, but Hawk couldn't tell what they said. The noise was closing back in on him now, a wash of nothing sound that made it hard to think.

The nearest human placed the end of his 'rifle' against Hawk's back, square between his wings. There was a pause, and then were was a defeaning BOOM and a shockwave that slammed down into Hawk, and then there was nothing else.