Kuro fought with everything he had left.
His wing was broken, hanging useless at his side. His chest leaked blood from the spear wound that had punctured straight through. His talons were cracked from striking Giant armor repeatedly.
But he didn't stop.
Not while the survivors behind him were still alive.
His mental attack hit three more Giants, dropping them into unconscious states.
His beak tore out another's throat, arterial spray painting his already blood-soaked feathers.
His remaining functional talon caught a Giant's face, claws digging deep, ripping away flesh and one eye.
But there were too many.
A hammer caught his side, cracking ribs, sending him tumbling across the ground.
An axe opened his back, cutting deep into muscle.
CRACK
A boot came down on his remaining good wing, the sound of breaking bone audible even over the battle noise.
