there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Remi gets exactly what he wants. Blood fills the dragon's mouth, sweet and coppery and endless, and his jaws lock around the manticore's flank. He even manages to give the beast a vicious little shake before there's suddenly more manticore than there was a second ago. A lot more. And it's not really fur and flesh that's locked between his jaws now, but it isn't not.
The weight alone is enough to drag them out of the skies and back towards the desert floor, and the limbs that squeeze and lock around Ronin are as effective as they are infuriating. Tearing his teeth out of the kraken that he might let out a grating shriek towards the stars, they hit the ground hard enough to shatter the layer of glass that shines upon it. And now it's a grappling match, and the dragon is at a disadvantage at last, though his tail and talons do thrash and rend in an attempt to get free.
The weight alone is enough to drag them out of the skies and back towards the desert floor, and the limbs that squeeze and lock around Ronin are as effective as they are infuriating. Tearing his teeth out of the kraken that he might let out a grating shriek towards the stars, they hit the ground hard enough to shatter the layer of glass that shines upon it. And now it's a grappling match, and the dragon is at a disadvantage at last, though his tail and talons do thrash and rend in an attempt to get free.
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