William held on for dear life as the oversized thanksgiving turkey shook and flapped. Slowly, ever so slowly, he climbed to the Roc's head. Not close enough to get hit by its beak, but close enough to do one thing. He could not pull out his shotgun as that would require not holding the Roc. He'd get bucked off, easily. Pistol required aim. Aim took moments. Moments were bad. He could get bucked off.

Buck off, buck off, buck off.

This was shit. Why did he decide to go on the bird in the first place? Oh right. [i]Far too tempting of an opportunity to miss.[/i] Okay, well! Time to pull something off to get out of a sticky situation. This would require a certain amount of force, determination and finesse. If it was any time to improvise, it was now. He pulled out his knife, and held it in his left hand.

He held it backwards and raised it high, before slamming it down into the motherfuckers head. Keeping it in, he held on for dear life as he took out his pistol in his right hand. He aimed at the head as he was getting shook, waiting for the opportunity. This was high risk, but if he did it, it was another monster [b][i]bastard[/b][/i] down. One that had killed innocent people.

Breathing slowly, he pulled the trigger.