Carves Lung's wing

It did more damage than I wanted to, but it still brought me to a sudden stop quickly enough to twist around and slash at his back, again. Lung let out an angry roar, and I managed to carve away a large chunk of his right wing, sending glimmering silver scales scattering all over, but it was basically a flesh wound.

Maybe if he’d already been flying, but…

Take victory where you can, Taylor. Wasn’t that something I’d learned from dealing with the trio?

Taking out his right wing wouldn’t make the fight right now any easier, but it stopped him from getting into the air. If he’d tried to fly away, he might’ve escaped, and that wouldn’t have been good, would it? I couldn’t beat him if he ran away, but if he couldn’t fly, he’d have to face me, because I outpaced him on foot.