Ginko's question was met with another small gust of sawdust--thought his time it wasn't on purpose. Roman struggled to tug his wings out from under himself and flap away the itchy chips of wood, looking up just in time to see the green mountain coming in for the kill.

Or...not?

He scooted away, furry heels scuffling against the ground.

"Fine! Fine, listen, I think I have somewhere t-to be..."