[ He hears the amusement, and snaps his beak in annoyance, giving a quick (if harmless, this time) peck at Dick's thumb, shuffling further up his forearm in a huff. Oblivion Wing is perfect attack name, you ass. ]

Laugh it up, Grayson, I'll use it on you.

[ He'll bring the pain. Wipe the floor with you. Nothing but cumulus fluff. ]

Oblivion Wing-- [ He glares. ] --is a move that inflicts significant damage, while regenerating myself.

[ Vastly different from other offensive-healing moves, of course. It has its own unique look that's all his. Violet, shocking.

He preens, smoothing down his feathers. ]

Anything it touches withers, or turns to stone.