Play? Was hitting me with its tail play? The angry thought buzzed through Theo's head like a bee in a blind rage stinging the logic center the most. The thought that a simple shift in the wind caused its tail to hit him was chased away by the angry bee before it even entered his mind.

Theo decided to take the offensive in this clash of winged creatures. He swooped down under the beast and brought the sharp tip of his staff into the beast underbelly, hoping to slash through as many vital organs as possible. The tip simply glanced off what appeared to be plates of some hard substance. He continued with his flight under the creature, and when he was behind the beast he twisted his body and beat his wings upward several times so he was hovering above it. He attempted to latch onto the creature by grabbing its fur but electricity shocked his hand and he continued up to the middle of the wings.

He brought the section of hard tangled roots in his staff down to where the beast's back and wing connected, hoping to damage the joint. He kicked off the beast and as he flew away he swung his staff at the skin on the wing with the joint he had left untouched. After kicking off the beast he was directly in front of the its face. He rapped the kncukle of his middle finger against the beast's forehead and smiled at the beast's surprised expression.

His wings curled around him and he fell quickly, his body reaching terminal velocity and hurtling him towards the approaching forest at a constant speed.

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