"Open wide!" Sebastian roared.
The bird thrashed, its internal hydraulic engines whining aggressively as it tried to force its mouth closed. It was a brutal, physical contest of strength between a Level 95 automated defense program and a deeply annoyed guy from Earth.
Sebastian's dark, bruised-purple static flared violently around his arms. The red error runes carved into his chest pulsed with a blinding light.
*CREEEAAAK!*
The massive, reinforced steel hinges of the vulture's jaw began to groan under the impossible pressure. Sebastian pulled his arms apart with everything he had.
*SHATTER!*
The hinges completely blew out. Sparks rained down over Sebastian's helmet as the vulture's beak was forcefully, unnaturally prized wide open, permanently locked in a broken gape.
"Time for your physical," Sebastian growled.
He didn't let the bird recover. He plunged his right arm straight down the vulture's mechanical throat.
