[The Jubjub's scream takes on a strangles, outraged note as it beats heavily into the air. Nothing this size should be able to fly, not organically, and yet there's no denying its efficacy; it flies, with all the clumsy, broadwinged power of an overburdened buzzardyes, but it does fly.
And below, clinging and being clung to, Shepard lets out a shout of her own as the jubjub's talons score along one shoulder. Then she's wrenched back the knife, and back again, cutting at the jubjub's stony feet looking for whatever gap between scales that might give it cause to regret its choice of meal, if only she could hit it among the blood and the inertia and the rising sense of vertigo. Below them both the landscape tipped crazily as the Jubjub's balance reacted to Sam's weight, the Club-bearing guards long lost among the tilted foliage.
The bird tipped and wavered, clearly struggling with balance and grip, trying to split its attention between its own plight and the unwelcome rider on its back, one wing dipping dangerously towards the canopy, and redoubled its efforts to go higher, to win free of the unexpected trouble it had found itself in.]
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And below, clinging and being clung to, Shepard lets out a shout of her own as the jubjub's talons score along one shoulder. Then she's wrenched back the knife, and back again, cutting at the jubjub's stony feet looking for whatever gap between scales that might give it cause to regret its choice of meal, if only she could hit it among the blood and the inertia and the rising sense of vertigo. Below them both the landscape tipped crazily as the Jubjub's balance reacted to Sam's weight, the Club-bearing guards long lost among the tilted foliage.
The bird tipped and wavered, clearly struggling with balance and grip, trying to split its attention between its own plight and the unwelcome rider on its back, one wing dipping dangerously towards the canopy, and redoubled its efforts to go higher, to win free of the unexpected trouble it had found itself in.]