The Count of the Falcon saw only a blur as an inescapable shadow of death enveloped him.
He didn't even have time to make a second defensive move before Baofeng's sharp talons had already pierced precisely through the gap between him and his mount.
"SQUELCH!"
A dull tearing sound.
The expression on the Count of the Falcon's face froze. He looked down, only to see a giant talon that had pierced through the chest of the hawk beneath him and emerged from its back.
Blood and fragments of entrails splattered all over him.
Meanwhile, the other talon, from a vicious angle, directly crushed his mount's neck.
Its life extinguished, the hawk let out a short, mournful cry and plummeted toward the depths of the canyon, carrying its master with it like a kite with a severed string.
As the Count of the Falcon fell, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
'I am a Count, a Tier Three Earth Knight... and yet, in a single clash, my mount was stolen and I was so utterly defeated.'
