Class-A #137

[Cashmoth is distracted as she attempts to summon the knife back to her again. One of the mangled arms grabs her, and she is tossed in the air.]
PATHETIC LOSER. A FLY COULD HURT ME MORE!
[The comment echoes in Cashmoth's mind as she falls.....a fly.......she feels as if she was once a fly. Able to take to the sky with ease. She feels the tug of invisible wings begging her to escape.]