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It was safe to say that fighting the ostrich was most likely out of their scope of expertise. Wolves were used to taking down grouse or swans or hell, even pelicans. But an ostrich!? This thing was monstrous! Gilgamesh wasn't even quite sure how large the thing was until he was attacking its leg. The one leg along was wide and meaty with a harder exterior skin that was difficult to chomp though. Plus those talons on its weird looking finger toe things were sharp! If it weren't for Kestrel attacking its neck, he was sure to be fully stomped on.

What the ostrich could do in its bout of frustrated and aggravated confusion now that two wolves were attacking it back was hop around on the leg Gilgamesh had ahold of while picking up the other one to try and claw him in the face. Once or twice he had to fall back, breathing labored, eyes wild with excitement as he tried to avoid being blinded or worse have an artery cut open. Of course, he wasn't getting out unscathed. Cuts lined his face, neck, and shoulders. The damn bird was fucking relentless, that much was true.

Just keeping going. Gilgamesh told himself as he lunged back in, aiming lower this time, closer to the ankle. Pushing himself in toward the leg, he hopes to try and knock the damn thing off balance. Yes, the ostrich is incredibly larger than them, but it was two versus one now and over powering the herbivore was more likely. It couldn't fully focus on both of them at the same time so it would have to decide whether it wanted to keep its balance or continue trying to peck Kestrel's face apart.