The bird dragged itself back up, exactly like he'd asked, and threw itself at his face with another of those screaming dives.
Hajin watched it come the whole way in, then tilted his head a few inches and let the beak punch through the air past his ear. He caught it by the back of the neck on the way past and drove it down into the ground without much thought.
None of this really counted as a fight, and they both knew it by now. He'd let it back up three times already, mostly out of curiosity, but every time it came at him with the same dive and met the same end.
There had been a time when something this strong would have put him flat on his back, bleeding, fighting for his life.
The Beast King had done exactly that, caving his ribs in and nearly putting him in the ground barely a week ago.
