Hakon burst upon an openning in the trees with her compatriots as her vision was suddenly filled with the hulking mass of feathers and fury and flesh. Her eyes could barely make out what exactly happened with what speed it did. But the screechingg, inhuman cry of agony quickly deafened her to all. But within seconds, as the vicious battle slowed, the great black wings slumped to either side of whatever the Eagle had tried to attack as a bloodied, twisted hand protruded through a hand within its back.
With its talons still buried deep in his flesh, Bahamut idly allowed the eagle to slide off to the side, dead. One claw still wrapped about Zod's neck as he leaned his muzzle down to the mercenary's ear,"...She's heeeeereeeee." it sings in a low, gleeful voice. GOD her scent overwhelemed him, the animal's breathing growing ragged and excited as low, terrible laughter bubble forth through that twisted and corrupted body.
He idly tossed aside the giant eagle, those terrible red eyes with those lightless pupils dilating as he focuses upon the armored and horsebound figure of his dearest. His beloved. His. His. Mine.
" I've... Missed you. Hakon." The monster drawls, idly, lifting a twisted talon, pricking the back of Zod's neck until blood emerged, did it want to skin him while she watched? No. He wanted to torture everything she held near, just... To make her suffer. That was the goal, in the end, after all.
Hakon's breath caught in her throat. Pure, instinctive terror filled her. He was dead. No, he was HERE. He was... Alive, he was," Bahamut-"
