“Godzilla and Luna stood several yards away from each other, across a small field of shattered tree limbs, rubble, and churned earth. After so much time spent in this duel, both had more places on their bodies with injuries than they did places without them.
 
The stallion wheezed as a patch of fur and skin on his chest sizzled, burning badly from a blast of lunar magic he’d been on the receiving end of earlier, his ear was bleeding steadily from a buck to the face; and one of his legs was in a limp from an aerial slam he’d gotten up from just a few minutes earlier. Pain rocketed up the limb, constantly reminding the former kaiju he’d manage to break it in several places, putting his face in a permanent mix of a snarl and wince.”