As I saw Fang fall backwards into the cannon, I felt my heart stop. My wings snapped out, and carried me down, down into the cannon that Fang fell into. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't have any control over what I was doing. In fact, I couldn't even tell you what I would do next. Until it accully happened. I saw Fang. I saw Fang, dying with a bullet wound to the chest, and a very pointy rock through his stomach.
