Before the eagle had another chance to strike at her again, Moonlily was ready to go in for the kill. She managed to wiggle herself out from beneath the angry creature, and her jaws went right for the vital point on the bird. A last, much more depressing, cry was released, but she could feel the stiffness of death taking over it. She herself was coated and sticky, both in her own blood, the blood of the eagle, and just all of the humidity that clung to the air. Panting, Moonlily finally released the bird from her jaws, letting it hit the forest floor.
"Let's go back home... Maybe some cats will eat this thing." She declared, fighting for her breath and to keep her head on straight through the pain. Though many of the slashes had stopped bleeding, it didn't meant they still weren't uncomfortable.
Moonlily used snap, dealing 7 damage.
The Eagle is now dead!
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