"YAARK!"
'Now or never baby!'
Xavier's hands moved like a blur. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he gripped the base of the flailing mace tail—the very weapon that it had used to harm so many of his wolves—and yanked it down violently, redirecting its momentum back toward its master.
THWUNK!
SPLORTCH!
A sickening collision rang out, loud and grotesque, as the tail smashed into the Feral Hyena's head, caving in its skull like rotten fruit. The crunch of breaking bone, the squelch of pulverized brain matter, and the wet splash of blood echoed across the clearing like a violent drumbeat.
"YAAAaaaarrkkk…"
The beast let out a half-formed screech—a final, guttural breath laced with confusion, agony, and rage—as its vision dimmed and its life slipped away. It died in an instant. But for Xavier, death was not the end.
THWUNK!
SPLORTCH!
He struck it again.
