[i]It had rarely encountered guns, as those that had met it infrequently bore the time nor disposition to shoot. But, it had encountered many similar long ranged attacks. Crossbows, bows, and the mystical energies of magicians it had all dealt with. Those ones always pointed at it before the pain came. 

In response to seeing the strong one pointing at it now, the Magna Pater thrust up its left wing into the way. Three bleeding indentations were punched into the incredibly tough membrane, but only one round made it completely through with enough momentum to cause further damage. The slug buried itself in the monster's upper back, digging through a wad of thick, doughy muscle and nearly reaching the lung. Powerful bullets. Even with the wing being stronger than most forms of body armor, it was a bad idea to approach head on. A direct hit would be dangerous.

It took another great bite out of the body from behind the shelter of its wing before retreating backwards around the side of the crypt, slipping into the darkness like a foul breath. As it left, the bullet seemed to pop out of the wound, which was quickly being stitched together by threads of skin and blood. It had stayed by the corpse for a reason, in case the strong one had been able to inflict harm. 
Once out of sight, it stopped on the other side. Its smell was like that of necrotic meat and cold sweat, but what good was a predator that gave away its position so easily? Scent muffling toxic mucous began slowly glazing its body. 

It began making strange, otherworldly groans, like if a pig or wolf were moaning into some sort of distorted tunnel, at the same time clawing at the ground as if it were in the throes of death. Often in the realm of fantasy were smarts trampled beneath power. This creature, however, knew that no greater power existed than that of wisdom. None of the bullets had been left on the ground. It had collected them all, to make it seem as if they had gone right through the seemingly fragile wing. It was not at all uncommon for a mortally wounded animal to flee to some place out of sight before dying. It would wait to see if Edrik drew near, going silent if he got to within several meters. 

The possibility existed that he could just walk around in a wide circle to get a safe view. If it detected such a thing with its sonar, it would cease the act and circle around the crypt itself, to stay out of sight in an attempt to fool the human into thinking it had fled somewhere else. If that occured, however, it would also leave a little trap where it had been. The bullets would be left there, along with a trail of slime wiped off on the wall of the crypt to try and fool the strong one into thinking it had crawled onto the roof. So many little clues and tricks. Falling for even one was death.

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