The underawed Baldinucci goes on to explain how Guidotti was flapping with all his strength as he fell—but eventually he could flap no more.

You tell 'im, Unk. We value this group's adoxographical gemutlichkeit, and we don't need someone coming in all aristophrenic.

A warring bloodhunter detected it and skillfully arced his sword through its spinal column before it could return to follow through with its attack.

We must account for the use of our opportunities.