Beast Fighting
The scene fell utterly silent.
The two ferocious professional fighting bulls hadn't even lasted a single round.
One had its neck pierced by a sharp claw, then its carotid artery was slashed as if to finish it off. Blood gushed everywhere.
The other bull had it even worse. It was seized by the neck and slammed hard onto the ground, its cervical vertebrae snapped clean through. When it landed, its neck was twisted at an obviously unnatural angle.
"One-hit kills. I've never seen anything like that."
Lieutenant Colonel Abel shook his head in admiration. It was perfect, beyond reproach. Even lions, hyenas, and estuarine crocodiles couldn't manage such a clean, decisive strike.
If its opponent had been human, it probably wouldn't have needed to go to so much trouble. One swipe could have taken someone's head off; one bite could have chewed away half their body.
And this monster ate anything. If it killed and devoured corpses as it went, it could survive for a very long time. It was an absolutely terrifying killer.
In terms of its biological form, its slender body and long tail gave it enough balance to maintain stability at high speeds. Bipedal animals could manage that easily, but it was more difficult for quadrupeds. Stability and speed were hard to reconcile.
An ostrich running at 70 kilometers per hour was already at the limit for a biped, but a cheetah running on four legs could easily leave that dumb bird eating its dust.
Chairman Demville saw that his female secretary's face had gone pale with fright and that she was about to collapse. He immediately drew her into his arms and asked Dr. Moller, "Is there anything else on the program?"
The clean, decisive strike had been satisfying, but the actual sequence of