Rout from the Sky, Velizar Simeonovski
It was like a cloud had briefly gone over the sun. The wink in the light chilled Thylacosmilus. He nervously watched a shadow on the ground slide away, then turn and reapproach him and his kill. The sun disappeared again, and the shadow grew. Thylacosmilus looked up and saw the monster bird, wings billowing from its frame like smoke from a fire. It was silent; it intimidated with size alone. Its claws swung forward and the sabertooth knew if he did not move, the bird might grab him instead of the kill. Better to loose a meal than one’s life. Thylacosmilus snarled, displaying his teeth. It was a worthless gesture, but he had at least expressed his displeasure over the thievery. As the bird swept down, the cat-like predator fled without looking back to see his kill lifted into the sky by an effortless motion of talons and wings.