[@Doc Doctor]

Would the Pater be shocked to find that mucus sliding free of Satori’s wings? Would he be furious to find that a girl still in her teens who treated the occult like a game had read him like a book? Would he be embarrassed to learn that even the ancients could be cajoled into chasing shadows in the night?

While Pater’s slime was fantastic at what it did(chiefly trapping prey) it was no match for the sheer versatility of Satori's darkness. She could elect what physical properties her shadows took before every encounter, mix and match their strengths to find the perfect tool for the job, and if circumstances changed she could adapt on the fly. In this case she had angled her wings such that the mucus had struck her right limb on the thin sheet of darkness that had spread between each bony finger and when the mucus did not fly away on its own she simply elected to tear that layer free after the initial impact. No longer attached to the main body the mucus was free to sail off on the rebound.

From there a defense against the Pater’s tail was easy, she had been watching it for quite some time and now it was rushing straight into her primary defense. Her defense was much the same, letting the tail skim off the film on her left wing only instead of bouncing off it would find itself stuck in place by something distressingly similar to the Pater's mucus, by then it was already too late and her wings were closing formation to drive their bony claws through the tail and hold it in place. It was not impossible to catch Satori off guard, though it was extremely difficult, but the Primeval’s archaic brain would need to find a strategy that relied on more than overwhelming speed and relentless backtracking if he hoped to survive the night.

The rest was a repeat of before. Pater was not fast enough to duck to the ground and initiate his strike in the time it took Satori to swing largely because she had prepared her swing well beforehand and nothing the half-digested mountain of vomit had done was clever enough to divert her attention. His left arm was reduced to dust and then with her spin and turn, this time with Pater's tail on a spit, she would release her spike and nail the Primeval to the ground. Since he had no particular defense in mind for his inevitable failure she would settle on his back and bring her hammer with her, likely crippling the Pater by shattering and/or completely obliterating its spine.

Afterwards Satori’s lowest set of wings would curve to her front and extend into a set of hooks that dug into the Pater’s flesh and slipped beneath his rib cage, fastening her to the monster's back in the same way a rock climber might attach themselves to the slope of a canyon. Her upper wings had assumed formation overhead once more with the fingers turning razor sharp and carving their way out of the capture tail beforehand.

Satori’s third and potentially final swing came crashing down to the deafening roar of thunder. The Verdissian Hammer was half-awake now and it was spitting plasma instead of fire, filling the air with forks of lightning while the impact zone itself reached temperatures hotter than the surface of the sun. For a brief moment the forest turned white and when it faded Satori sincerely hoped to find a blackened lump of flesh where the Primeval, as fun as desperation could be she was not fond of time loops.

It was only after that third swing that she realized an uncanny pressure was now filled the air; apparently Eubeal had decided to forego signals.