"Come here, Scar! I'll kill you!" Bob shouted, recalling the villain from his childhood movie.
Roar!
The winged lion roared back, locking its fury on us as the ones responsible for killing its kin.
Bob glided straight toward the beast head-on.
"What are you doing, Bob?" I started to feel anxious as the lion's mouth opened wide, revealing rows of sharp fangs.
"Just hang on tight," Bob ordered.
The lion flapped its massive wings, closing the distance with terrifying speed.
As we drew closer, Bob suddenly rotated his body sideways, and we narrowly evaded the lion's maul by mere inches. In an instant, we were beneath its massive frame.
"Now, Alan. Slash him open!" Bob screamed.
Without hesitation, I raised Indra and drove its edge across the soft underbelly of the lion, tearing it open and spilling blood as its inner parts were exposed.
Roarrr!
