[Isle Center]

Lammergeir, seemingly ignorant to the pain of being bitten, doesn't waste any time. This hadn't been the godling he was after... and now it was time to be moving on. He ***** his arm back like he's about to pitch a baseball, leaning his whole body into it, and tries to hurl Anchor bodily away from him. So strong is he that she might fly over the isle's edge and into the lake, or even further beyond, back into the Glog compound proper.