In the history of beast-doctor surgery, no human had ever tried an open-spine hemilaminectomy on a forty-metric-ton divine hunting beast undergoing active genetic metamorphosis.
Arthur Vance didn’t hesitate for a single second.
With a swift, sweeping stroke of his heavy dark metal-hardened carbon-iron razor knife, Arthur made a ten-inch lengthwise clean cut along the dorsal midline of Grimm’s neck, parting the skin and under-skin muscle tissue down to the nuchal joint cord.
The bleeding was huge. It was thick, black glass-black blood gushed from the cut muscular branches of the vertebral artery. It smoked with intense body-energy heat as it splashed across Arthur’s gloves and chest armor.
“Suction!” Arthur barked, gripping the high-pressure empty pocket hollow tube with his left hand while keeping the razor knife steady with his right.
Pip dove from the overhead perch, hovering three inches above the clean cut. The raptor focused his solar aura into a pin-point needle of heat-sealing heat, flash-sealing the micro-arteries as fast as Arthur parted the muscle planes.
Arthur retracted the brachiocephalicus and splenius muscles using self-retaining steel bone hook blades. He exposed the dorsal smooth-flowing arch of the fourth neck vertebra.
The sight through his magnifying glass was alarming.
