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[i]At this point the monster had two choices. Even though the mucous didn't stick, Satori's wing stickiness would be pretty much the same thing, either way allowing the Magna Pater to jerk her aim off course.

Perhaps Satori was even anticipating that. At any rate, she certainly expected her wing to be able to flypaper the monster's tail.

Her expectations would fail. There was a reason why the Magna Pater never got stuck in its own slime. It could excrete thick films of soapy mucous to force away and glide over its glue-like secretions. 

Whether Satori's wing functioned in the same way, or even bonded at the molecular level, it would do her no good here. She would succeed in smashing the monster's arm to bits, but by the time she realised that the tail was both too strong to be caught in place and too slick to be stuck, it would be under the wings and entwined about her throat tightly enough to make her neck feel like a banana with a steel cord around it. The elder horror's tail was like liquid lightning. No doubt the creature had many more secrets, but that tail was its absolute strongest and fastest weapon, as well as its primary mode of locomotion.

The Magna Pater was hit so hard the ground split and caved beneath it, dirt spilling into its silently howling maw, momentum cut off entirely in front of Satori. It was more than pissed off now. The woman's wing claws and spikes might try to snag the python-like tail as it throttled her, but the strength, oh the strength. She'd have an easier time hauling in the Lock Ness Monster with a Bass Pro fishing reel. 

The monster was mad, alright. More than mad. It was livid. Tactics had apparently been thrown right out the window. It wanted to strangle her until her eyes popped from their sockets and her face turned black. Satori would have but a moment or two to escape before passing out from the lack of fresh blood in her brain. That, or until the sheer pressure gave her a massive aneurysm.[/i]