Try as it might, the Lamassu couldn't seem to shake Brooklyn free with its enraged struggles and rolling. The prey was stubborn and right where he couldn't be reached! It snarled again as he ripped a blade free from its side, shredding through the rotten flesh and bone with relative ease, and drove it into the thick muscles of the Lamassu's neck.

It roared in agony, buffeting at the patient wildly with its wings in a last-ditch effort to dislodge him before its eyes, blinded with fury and pain, locked on Near. There was a target for its frustrations, injured, small, and convieniently close. With a hate-filled growl, it struck, a huge paw coming down to pin the boy so it could finish the job with its wicked rows of teeth.