Peridot turns just in time to see those blades coming towards her. She twists in mid-air, trying to avoid the strike, but she isn't anywhere near as agile as a dragon as she was as a bat; Steven scores a glancing blow on her, putting a gash in her left side and piercing the membrane of her wing.

"GGghhk--!" Unable to keep flying, she plummets to the ground instantly, wing torn free by her own weight, shredding it further. She lands hard on the pavement, immediately struggles to get back to her feet but her side feels like it's on fire, her injured wing is stretched out and twitching uselessly--

Oh... And there's blood. A lot of blood. Most of it's coming from her wing, dripping rapidly onto the pavement of the footpath that she's landed on. It's bright green and utterly unnatural looking, almost as if it's meant to match the peculiarity of an era-two Peridot being able to shapeshift into a huge dragon in the first place.

Peridot lifts her head, looks at the mess she's making, and swears a particularly vulgar human swear. Loudly.