07-11-2018, 07:45 AM
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The sensation of her teeth crushing, but not sinking into, an object never felt good. Her jaw ached as bit down, with her impressive bite force working against her. She could still hear the mammal's screams - probably communications with the rest of its pack, which meant their alpha and her Favorite would get involved again. Feeling the pressure against her teeth and gums, she quickly let go when she heard the loud crack originating from her mouth, at first assuming that she managed to break something of her own. But no pain came to her, besides the aches, as she released her hold and jerked her head sharply to the right.
Her brown eyes centered on the metal object again, noticing with no small curiosity that she managed to break the shiniest bit. How interesting - so parts of the humans' technology certainly seemed vulnerable to her. Still, she went back to her original position on attacking the armored mammals: their fleshy bits remained the best target. Hissing at the dog, she didn't plan on trying to eat it; she doubted her stomach could do anything to the shiny shit either. It'd probably make her sick, but like hell that changed her attack plan. Unfortunately for the soldiers, Delta held no problems with killing animals she couldn't eat.
Brought out of her puzzlement on attacking the dog, she huffed and stumbled forward as a large mass slammed into her legs. Before she turned around, she already knew what the perpetrator was by smell - the goddamn big cat with the larger shiny bits. Getting pissed off again, the teal Utahraptor nonetheless felt a bit pleased that the big mammal came to her; while the damn shiny shit provided good defenses against her natural weapons, not all of him was covered. The most difficult part of getting to his weak points was maneuvering; but, at this close quarters, her larger body provided her more reach to get to his flank. Well, Washington did want her attention, and he certainly got it.
Spitting mad, the raptor lunged at him and raised her right leg, attempting to slam her foot on his lumbar vertebra, putting her attempted attack right behind where his ribs ended and well enough away from the shiny bits. Her sickle claw, usually positioned carefully off the ground and out of the dirt, flicked into its downward attacking position as quickly as a switchblade. Delta certainly didn't understand the best way to destroy human technology, but she was brutally efficient at using her natural weapons for their killing purposes.
Her brown eyes centered on the metal object again, noticing with no small curiosity that she managed to break the shiniest bit. How interesting - so parts of the humans' technology certainly seemed vulnerable to her. Still, she went back to her original position on attacking the armored mammals: their fleshy bits remained the best target. Hissing at the dog, she didn't plan on trying to eat it; she doubted her stomach could do anything to the shiny shit either. It'd probably make her sick, but like hell that changed her attack plan. Unfortunately for the soldiers, Delta held no problems with killing animals she couldn't eat.
Brought out of her puzzlement on attacking the dog, she huffed and stumbled forward as a large mass slammed into her legs. Before she turned around, she already knew what the perpetrator was by smell - the goddamn big cat with the larger shiny bits. Getting pissed off again, the teal Utahraptor nonetheless felt a bit pleased that the big mammal came to her; while the damn shiny shit provided good defenses against her natural weapons, not all of him was covered. The most difficult part of getting to his weak points was maneuvering; but, at this close quarters, her larger body provided her more reach to get to his flank. Well, Washington did want her attention, and he certainly got it.
Spitting mad, the raptor lunged at him and raised her right leg, attempting to slam her foot on his lumbar vertebra, putting her attempted attack right behind where his ribs ended and well enough away from the shiny bits. Her sickle claw, usually positioned carefully off the ground and out of the dirt, flicked into its downward attacking position as quickly as a switchblade. Delta certainly didn't understand the best way to destroy human technology, but she was brutally efficient at using her natural weapons for their killing purposes.