Blackbeak Bluff if it's a big enough stone, you can kill way more than two birds

He expects more, tensing his muscles more as impact is made and he hits the ground hard, but nothing else happens. Teeth do not tear flesh or continues to force him into the ground. She bounces back, confused, and he huffs a breath of laughter at her expression, snorting once to her question.

“You sound like my father,” he retorts, licking his lips. He sits sternal, a sphinx. Dio had never outright asked the question but it wouldn’t be the first time he heard it. From his half-siblings, when they weren’t paying attention that he was near. He could feel it in their gaze yesterday when they’d shoved him around. “And you’re the one attacking innocent strangers in unclaimed territory, so what’s wrong with you?”