Pins Gargoyle foot

It was almost frightening, how familiar and comfortable it felt as I pulled back on the bowstring and formed an arrow from my own power. Easy. Like second nature. It was the same as that first night those weeks ago, when I had faced a man turned dragon, and with Siegfried’s strength and skill, effortlessly cut him apart.

And just as effortlessly as I had hacked off Lung’s limbs, I pinned the gargoyle’s foot to the ground.

That should hold it. Even something like that gargoyle would —

Except it didn’t. The gargoyle didn’t seem to care at all about its foot and just tore itself free, mangling it in the process such that it was more like strips of flesh hanging from its ankle.