LEVIATHAN
the supernova
It was all screams and shouts between those of the herd, and Leviathan could taste blood in his mouth. There were snaps and sharp cracks of hollow bones, and he knew the beast was grounded, but that didn't make it any more lethal. It was still a fearsome creature and could deal damage (the beak alone had laid part of his back wide open), and yet... it wasn't finished. Those broken wings still moved; unable to take up flight it chose to instead lash out, and he gripped the wing he was holding on to. The most it managed was to lift, and feathers and skin tore under his teeth before the appendage slammed down.
As massive as he was, he was knocked back by the blow, his body giving a roll on the ground, grit digging in to wounds as he hit the canyon wall, the only thing to stop him. It knocked the wind out of him, and he coughed as he got up, shaking his head and turning it to catch sight of the mayhem. The grit and sand allowed the blood to clot more, but it dug down in to the ragged wounds, making him suck in a breath through his teeth as he balanced on his hooves again and lifted his head. Fearsome as he was, he was coated in his own blood and the beast's, and he lunged forward.
He followed the shout, though to be honest, he would have gone for the wing again regardless. It was a smart move to restrain the beast, and to render it useless on the ground. His body pushed from his back legs and he leaped through the air for the last few feet, all four hooves slamming on to the wing where it was resting on the ground. The impact was meant to shatter more bones and to use his weight to keep the now useless appendage down on the ground.
For good measure, he moved up several steps, and his head turned to aim his horns down at the joint of the blasted thing, meaning to literally tear the wing in half at the vulnerable point.
As massive as he was, he was knocked back by the blow, his body giving a roll on the ground, grit digging in to wounds as he hit the canyon wall, the only thing to stop him. It knocked the wind out of him, and he coughed as he got up, shaking his head and turning it to catch sight of the mayhem. The grit and sand allowed the blood to clot more, but it dug down in to the ragged wounds, making him suck in a breath through his teeth as he balanced on his hooves again and lifted his head. Fearsome as he was, he was coated in his own blood and the beast's, and he lunged forward.
He followed the shout, though to be honest, he would have gone for the wing again regardless. It was a smart move to restrain the beast, and to render it useless on the ground. His body pushed from his back legs and he leaped through the air for the last few feet, all four hooves slamming on to the wing where it was resting on the ground. The impact was meant to shatter more bones and to use his weight to keep the now useless appendage down on the ground.
For good measure, he moved up several steps, and his head turned to aim his horns down at the joint of the blasted thing, meaning to literally tear the wing in half at the vulnerable point.
