Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Unlike Mason, Hush was not able to break the creature's other pincer, dislocating it from whatever socket it had. Instead, Hush caught the top of the pincer in his teeth and pulled. It wasn't the most effective method of disarming the rock-creature, but with a few hard tugs, the top, and larger half of the pincer came off, leaving the creature with no force to pinch, only to poke, if it even knew how. Hush was satisfied with that - it minimized the damage at the least.

The hybrid stepped back, the top of the pincer dangling from his mouth. He crunched it, chewing it contemplatively. His tail wagged in approval. It was an interesting taste - salty, tasting like both meat and fish at the same time. He liked it. He looked at Mason, then back at the angered creature. Was it not in pain? Regardless, it would be dead soon. Hush picked it up by its loosened pincer and hauled it towards the nearest rock. Time to crack this thing open.