Mikhail could see that one of Basille’s wings was completely torn and broken now, blood and bone clearly visible.
Mikhail landed on the ground next to Basille and regarded him carefully as Basille swung his head round with watchful eyes, but he couldn’t lift his head up and dragged it round in the dirt. He chuckled a deep rolling laugh.
“Nice one, grandson.”
“Don’t call me that!” Mikhail rumbled in a deep growl.
He lunged for Basille’s throat and clamped his jaws down on it, blocking off Basille’s wind pipe. He stood on him, placing his long clawed front feet on Basille’s head and shoulder to hold him still as he struggled for breath.
Mikhail felt his long sharp fangs pierce through the thick armour like skin and he ripped back tearing a huge chunk of flesh out of Basille’s neck.
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