One of its legs is laid at a wrong angle, toes lax on the end of its foot with its long, wicked claws that had measured deep scrapes in the hood of the car. One head is devoted to nosing at itself, the other mostly just drooling on the glass littered road before it cocks a slit-eye towards the approaching car. It opens its mouth wide, showing rows of yellow teeth, a low hissing produced from its throat. As if it could scare it away.

"Try not to ruin too much of its hide," Lucius suggests, tone lazy. Someone out there could use boots made of monster raptor.

Its arms arm measurably weaker than its legs, but still, it uses what it can in an attempt to get up, a lurching movement, tail thrashing, and never quite making it.