"Repair your wings! Remember the mitochondria!" She said.
"Fucking mitochondria my ass," I said to myself as I focused on repairing my wings.
Nothing was happening and I had 2 seconds before I hit the ground. I couldn't focus on repairing my wings like this. So I changed my plan in a split second.
I turned over in the air so I was facing down and performed an energy wave before I hit the ground. It sufficiently slowed me down and I was able to drop the remaining couple feet safely.
My mother touched down next to me. "Why do you always do that?" I said.
"Do what?" She said.
"Spring shit on me," I said.