The blood owl was some distance in the sky, diving to steal the carcass of the dark forest scorpion.
Aish! Birds die for food. Oh! No, it is struggling. It looks like it is not yet dead.
It is critically injured. The speed at which the blood owl is falling—it might have lost the ability to fly. Mayday! Mayday!! Game over. This is now a sitting duck.
Two down... three to go. Ahem! It's three down. The militias handling the devour rodents are merciless. This is beyond bee hives.
{You have successfully slain an Exotic Devour Rodent. You have gained a common treasure loot. Dissect the kill to gain other resources.}
"Two down. Three to kill. Let us march slowly in the direction of the hurt blood owl." General Alexander said this to his troops.
"Order received." The whole troop replied to their general.