Though the Sky Titan's head sweeps over Slang as the Tya captain approaches, its sensitive tongue tasting the air, their uncanny stealth keeps them concealed. When they strike from concealment, the creature is caught completely off guard.

The Sky Titan's pressure points are different from a human's, but Slang's extensive knowledge of both wilderness survival and of medicine gives them a good idea of where the creature's vital essence flows must be. When they strike, their educated guess proves true. The essence-venom of their art spreads quickly through the meridians of its left wing.

As the strength of its forelimb withers, the Sky Titan stumbles, its quadrupedal stance disrupted. A squawk of confusion turns to a cry of distress as it tries and fails to shake life back into its wing, then to an eardrum-rattling screech of rage as it notices the cause of its discomfort, the ant of a human who has dared attack it. It draws back its head, ready to strike, serpent-like, at the nuisance.

And strike the Sky Titan does, driving a lance-sharp beak longer than Slang's entire body toward the valiant Tya. Skymoth moves to act in the same instant, but can he do anything to blunt the massive beast's attack?