The ire Tharr caused the monster was only beginning at this moment. It was indeed true his acute senses would be trampled by the cries of the Magna Pater under normal circumstances. This was not one of those times. The hybrid had the ability to filter out any unneeded or hindrance causing sense. Following the slimy creature's previous hammering at his hearing and sight, his feathered ears reduced nearly all sound and he was nearly deaf at this point. Additionally, since the last time his eyes were opened to a void of black nothingness, he decided to since close them entirely.

With sight and hearing nullified, Tharr suffered only mild disorientation. But as the piercing tail was sent for his maw, it seemed he was unprepared. But 2 of his remaining perceptors were more than enough to still follow its movements, with taste being the one he definitely refused to bring out. The foul odor of it was already seeped deep in his nares and would likely remain for weeks. His most crucial tool were the goldenrod whiskers adorning his plumaged face and the crest of feathers atop his head. These worked in conjunction with each other to detect surrounding vibrations. 

The Magna Pater might be surprised to find its tail clenched between the paws of its foe. The hybrid had used his keen reflexes and duo of senses to discover and predict the angle of which the limb lashed forth. The grip in his digits was enough to dent metals and to ensure his hold, his claws unsheathed and attempted to break through its thick hide to lock them in place. Now that he had the thing in his clutches, it was time to stand back up. His wing was currently being munched on and his layered defenses would last only so long against such a powerful onslaught of teeth. He couldn't risk further damage by yanking the thing free by its tail. 

As such, his unoccupied and outstretched wing was brought to the ground, where the ends straightened out and seemed to grasp the mostly firm foundation. From here, Tharraleos would attempt to pull himself up, his lion tail assisting with such by pushing against the ground on the opposing side. Without any interruptions, Tharr would be back on his feet, where he'd find a way to rid himself of this pest. Perhaps he would bring out his Reserves. He was normally one to prolong a battle out of sheer enjoyment, but this was an obvious exception. It needed to be dealt with, swiftly and permanently.

[hider=Reserves]
Combat Reserve = 12
Pride Reserve = 0
Turns to decrease - 2
[/hider]

[@Doc Doctor]