In the chaotic wartime skies, Mesha remained silent, flapping its wings as it rapidly accelerated. Its massive body, like a thick black thunderbolt, came before a Silver Toy and then extended its Claws to gently grasp it.
A war machine, which represented the crystallization of civilization's wisdom, was thus rendered useless. Radiant sparks, accompanied by dense smoke, spilled from Mesha's Claws before it tossed the metallic junk towards the ground.
"Meow King! Leave some for my knights. Let them get used to these Exotic people's toys," Muria remarked from above Mesha, observing the epic war from the best angle.
"Meow!" Mesha was very dissatisfied with the name Muria had given it, but its voice, after recuperating for several years, had not fully recovered and had only matured slightly, from the sound of a young kitten to that of an adult cat.
Boom! Boom!