His fall from the pedestal had not been swift. It had been long, arduous and surprisingly painful despite his lack of visible weak spots. He hadn't struggled to fend off the pair of Wind Soquili as they launched their assault upon him - he had even knocked on into the forests below. However, when his son had arrived to assist them the tides changed considerably. It would have been wrong of the mutant to have said he didn't under estimate his son.
Alas that son had now been branded a 'traitor'.
Kiyoshi had to provide such a traitor with grudging 'respect' in the sense that his pawn had found a way to turn the tides and consequently he had lost. His 'weak spots' had been revealed the moment his son had arrived. With a flash of that soul orb that had been bestowed upon his son to sustain him while he was weak he was all but branded a mortal! Unfortunately for Kiyoshi he had always been mortal but in mastering the soul orb his son had managed to make him much weaker.
True he had his strength, his size and his speed to his advantage but that orb had betrayed him in an almost willing fashion. His wings had become solid, no longer immune to the deadly skills adopted in aerial combat. The assault the winds had performed were now viable and dangerous...and they had succeeded too.
Weakened and open to attack Kiyoshi had found himself at the center of two warriors that ultimately bested him. Wind and betrayer combined they had both thrown him from the sky and shattered one of his now 'true' wings in the process. He had plummeted from the sky with one wing beating every now and then in an attempt to cushion the blow but it was all but useless. He had crashed unceremoniously into the lake (a blessing some might say) and had shattered the already broken wing further.
He was in agony.
He had of course managed to crawl to the edge of the lake but with his energy spent he could do nothing more than curl in a ball. He was battered, bloodied and defeated... He had never experienced such pain and the burning sensation in his muscles was appalling. He had expected some strain but never this. Some might have said that karma worked in strange ways but Kiyoshi refused to believe this. The fates favoured him, he had simply underestimated his betrayer...his son and this was the result.
Nevertheless he had little choice than to remain still as he waited for the regeneration process to begin. His body could heal at a rapid rate but he had never shattered something before thus it would take more than a few hours to heal. Ah, how he loathed the idea of enduring a week of this agony while his wing pull itself back into position!
He had little choice than to accept this fate and as a result he remained in place. Shattered wing outspread to his left and good wing furled against his side for support, he rested his head on the ground beside him and heaved a sigh. Really he looked like a wreck at present, a mere peasant or pauper - a carcass...
Hardly the glorious image he preferred to present to the world.
