The beast had lost its temper, but because of its hunger, the prey managed to withstand the attack. Once it realized that the weakling meant to use a sword to kill it, it sneered. It caught the sword with one hand, crushing the flimsy steel, and thrust its claws straight through its enemy with the other. As it ate its felled opponent armor and all, it scoffed, "Blame your cursed fate and useless weapons, cretin." There was no doubt that it was the monster of legends.
See Forest Prowler.