Finn unhesitatingly slashed out with a wing as he passed by in a blur, intending to decapitate the madman.
But Nathaniel, despite his chaotic madness, twisted his body with impossible flexibility, dodging the razor-edge of the wing by a hair's breadth. He laughed harder, the sound chasing Finn upward.
Finn gnashed his teeth but didn't stop to turn. He could feel the immense urge of the Sky Tyrant's debt demand he go higher. Up to the actual peak of the Needle Tower.
He shot past the observation deck, past the roof of the tower, climbing until the air grew thinner and the wind roared in his ears.
There, at the very zenith of the Needle Tower, was a single, sturdy metal spire. Like a lightning rod aimed at the heavens.
