Though the aquila had no desire to be hurt any further, it was also ravenously hungry and surrounded by potential food sources, as well as maddened by its own injuries. Its smaller prey had been lost now, dragged away by one of the others, but the largest one was charging it now.

The avian turned its head so that it could see Kurogane with its good eye, its beak gaping and wings mantling as it prepared for his approach. It didn't bother trying to dodge or fly away, instead it seemed to almost welcome the man, allowing itself to be knocked over - for that freed its talons to grab at him and beak to snap, trying to drive into his temptingly appetizing flesh.