Author's Note: Path animals were usually all about power; something about their very nature relied on strength above all other qualities. And yet—neither was Taz free of fault. Power, once acquired, breeds confidence, and confidence invites danger. One must always beware an opponent who is not merely strong, but resilient. No path animal embodied that truth more than Bagu, whose most underappreciated ability was not his strength—but his intellect.
Taz struck again and again.
The rhythmic shing-shing-shing of the obsidian blade was the only sound in the clearing, a terrifying melody of deconstruction. Countless cuts rained down upon Bagu with surgical precision, until the battlefield itself became a grotesque wasteland of severed flesh—or whatever primordial substance the Dragon had evolved into.
