You shouldn't headbutt a metallic man...

Immediately after the headstrike, her eyes flutter, as a single drop of blood rolls past her mask. Perhaps her method of attack was not the right one. For one who walks upon suns and shatters entire planets with but a single blow, taking a headbutt head on is like a human allowing a feather to land upon their head.

Hawkwoman's mace slips from her grip, the only thing keeping it with her is the wrist strap, and her battle tensed muscled loosen in self afflicted lethargy.

She falls ****, as her wings stop flapping and she slumps into your shoulder helplessly.

You cannot help but admire her body. Her slim waste... her wide hips... her long brown hair and fluttering brown eyes call out to me, and you cannot ignore her...