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You struggle to hold the large bird. Putting them into a hold was something out did out of pure instinct. Most people would struggle as well but from there you could start working with locks and perhaps pain to subdue your target, something that wouldn't work in this situation. You do your best to try and position the knife into a better cuting position but the falcon rears it's head back and tries to peck your eyes out.
It's only because of the adrenaline running through your body, and your focus being pushed to the limit that you manage to snap your head to the side to dodge. The falcon's beak clamps around your shoulder and slices it open causing you to scream in anger. What little reservation you had boils away as you begin to see red again. With a roar you tighten your grip, causing the armor to dent and buckle under the pressure, and bend over backwards, driving the bird's head straight into the ground. You feel the bird convulse as you hear a crunch come from the skull and a snap from the spine as the bird's neck bends at a wrong angle. You back flip onto your feet and immediately drop down to slam your elbow down onto the bird with all your weight, rage, and frustration behind it.
Your elbow punches through the armor like a blade through paper and you feel what was left of the bird's ribs shatter like glass. Your body works on autopilot as you simply continue to ravage the bird's body. You rain blow upon blow against the bird's body before you finally flip them face down and place a foot between his shoulders to pin them down. You grab a wing and tear it off, blood streaming everywhere before grabbing the other wing and ripping it off as well. You grab the mangled body by it's remaining leg and hurl the remains into the main street.
Had the cat been alive, it might have had the sense to try a different tactic if the idea of fleeing hadn't crossed their mind. Unfortunately for them, whatever curse or sorcery was animating them had only imparted their past knowledge of fighting and not much else as it tries to attack you once more. Without finesse or flair, you grab Renshu's blade once more and crudely slam it into the cat 's weapon like some sort of club. The cat's weapon is pushed back, shattering the animal's fingers, crumpling it's arm from the force of the blow until, through sheer brute strength, you force the blade through the cat's neck to slice clean through it and removing it's head.
