go away

Water splashes up around him. Dirt and mud fling onto his coat from the way the ostrich struggles. Blood from all three of them speckle the surrounding area and their own bodies. Thankfully though, they appear to be doing more damage. With Kestrel poking away at its fleshy neck and he gnawing away its ankle and knees, the ostrich was soon to begin to tire. Gilgamesh had never fought one before either and did find it bizarre that it would be so determined to fight them, but he figured that it probably did have a nest somewhere. Or it was just plain stupid. He didn't care, either way, the bird would be dead soon enough.

Using the terrain of the estuary to its advantage, Gilgamesh snaps and yanks at the ostrich's legs to direct it to a muddier area where the debris was sticky and thick. With the ostrich too focused on killing them itself, it didn't notice Gilgamesh pushing it into the muck until it was too late. With one talon clad foot stuck in the mud, he was then able to clamp down and push the ostrich over until it was thrashing and writhing around, unable to get up. A smile breaks out over his muzzle, pleased that they were about to be victorious over such an incredible beast.

Without waiting for the go ahead to do the deed, Gilgamesh leaps atop the bird, nearly riding it like a bucking bronco. Wrapping his legs around its neck, he clamps down over the area that is near the base of the skull. Using his extended fangs to dig in to sever the spinal cord, it isn't long until the life has left the bird's eyes. Soon it stops writhing and twitching, laying still bleeding out in the estuary's swamp.

Now that the bird was dead, Gilgamesh steps off of it, giving his coat a good shake out before turning to Kestrel. "That was an ostrich. Don't usually seem them around here. They tend to stick to the prairie," he speaks matter of fact as he always had.