The malibreed's jaw is locked tight around the end of the bird's tail, puncturing through the skin. A bit of blood spurted out from the deep holes, dug by the grotesque creature's razor-sharp teeth. The eagle lets out a piercing cry, agonizing from the pain. It shook violently, almost shaking Moulin off his seat, if it weren't for the restraints fastening the maeruthan to the saddle.
Moulin gasped as one of the metal dug into his knees and calves, ruthlessly scratching his skin, tearing through the clothing as the eagle's movements grew wilder and desperate. Moulin hurriedly analyzed the situation, facing the back where the eyeless monster began to chew. Black liquid oozed from its mouth, and with its massiveness, it began to tug the bird back, climbing towards a more delectable creature riding on its back.
