Ackster lost his arm again!
'Every fucking time!'
Whenever Ackster found someone or something powerful enough to bestow upon him a grievous wound, it was always his arm that disappeared. Ackster sighed in suppressed irritation as his body began regenerating the missing tissue.
Ackster turned around to try and get a glimpse of his attacker. Instead, he caught a faceful of four-winged birds, closely followed by a group of six-winged ones that tried to pick him apart with their needle-sharp beaks.
Ackster realized by what and how he had been attacked.
It was a bird a lot stronger than these small fries that came in at full speed and launched itself through Ackster, tearing his body apart. He would regenerate. And there was most likely a limit to the bird's endurance, especially if it flew that fast several times.
However, if the bird tried to escape, Ackster would have no way to catch up to it.
He couldn't allow that.
