It was a war of both physical attrition and psychological endurance, and it was on the verge of emerging as the victor of this clash. Lunging forward, it aimed to impale Mel's defenseless body with its two-meter beak, the greatest weapon in its arsenal. The colossal mass of bone met zero resistance until it reached soft flesh, but the moment it breached Mel's body, it realized the enemy had shifted slightly to the right.
The right flank of Mel's torso—massive for a human but puny compared to the Leader Beast—was ripped away along with the beak. The span between his waist and shoulder no longer belonged to him, and his red vest dangled from the enemy's beak.
