Rainbow feathered wings spread, a great eagle shape dove down on him. Rumblings rippled from the bird’s passage like a wake that awakened identification of the icon imagery in him. Dodger felt the thunderbird’s shadow fall on him, though no light source existed to cast it. The great beast screamed a shrill challenge. Its eyes, beak, and talons glittered like the blackest ice. Dodger popped the log chip from his cyberdeck as he boosted his defensive programs to full. Fingers beat a staccato, near-continuous clatter on the keyboard as he improvised to beat the ice.