As the deafening hum of her wings grew closer, Zran knew she was coming for him. He felt his hearts thumping against his chest, creating a drum beat for the dance that was beginning. He knew better than to resist, that all the strength of his massive bulk would be nothing once her venom reached his brain. So he stood on the lonely glass street, his arms open, claws outstretched, and looked up at the sky.
As she came nearer he could see that the woman was at least ten years his senior, older than the last one. Still, she had that same crazed look in her eyes, all that is civilized having vacated mind.