( Tony feels his gorge rise as Constantine polishes off the jar's contents, but the wave of nausea doesn't last long, burned away by the shock of sudden heat. His hands reflexively move to his throat, and his eyes to the circle, the fog within churning like a vortex.
And then something just. Slams into the inner rim of that circle, then the opposite side, like a trapped bird beating its wings against a cage that's too small. The simile holds: there's a distinctly bird-ish creature in there, at least to Tony's desperate reckoning, something with huge owl eyes and wings and raking talons, all on a reptilian frame, and all of it eerily wrong. )
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And then something just. Slams into the inner rim of that circle, then the opposite side, like a trapped bird beating its wings against a cage that's too small. The simile holds: there's a distinctly bird-ish creature in there, at least to Tony's desperate reckoning, something with huge owl eyes and wings and raking talons, all on a reptilian frame, and all of it eerily wrong. )