"Scree... urk!"
As Iggy released his Stand Ability, the flowing yellow sand revealed a bedraggled peregrine falcon that looked like a drowned rat.
Only a stump remained of the red plume on his helmet. His proud wings had been stripped bare like chicken wings and hung limply, broken on both sides, while the talons capable of performing painless craniotomies on his prey had been ground bloody by the sand!
For a bird in the wild, injuries of this magnitude clearly meant he would never soar through the skies again. He might even be discovered by a natural predator at any moment and become a snack for tigers, leopards, jackals, or wolves!
His beak gaped with a retching cry, and Pet Shop vomited a torrent of blood, instantly soaking the ground still littered with countless grains of sand!
He no longer possessed any of his earlier ferocity as Hell's gatekeeping bird. If a video-game health bar had hovered above his head, it would undoubtedly have shown only a sliver remaining. His life flickered like a candle in the wind!
At this moment, even the little human boy he could previously have slaughtered at will could have easily stomped him to death!!
With a soft patter, Iggy dispersed the flying sand beneath his paws and landed steadily.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
-Stupid bird, now do you understand the gap between us? Following an evil master like that was never going to end well for you!
He cast a cold glance at Pet Shop as he struggled to get up, then turned away, barking curses as he walked back the way he had come with his head held high, like a victorious general.
His opponent had clearly lost the ability to keep doing his master's dirty work. Iggy disdained torturing a helpless weakling to