You stab at the tendrils almost automatically, like your mind has reverted only to instinctual response, and the only thing you know you have to do is survive. With all of your strength, you manage to avoid being stabbed again, and knock away or pin every tendril. Nearby, you hear the bird struggling.

"Aw, come on, sweet cheeks, don't you give up now!" The bird croaks as it tries to stay alight. "I won't hear it! If we're going out, let's go out in a blaze of fire, ya hear me?? Who's... ready... for some... FRIED JERKASS???!!!"

With a final burst of energy, the bird brings down a massive column of lightning, bright enough to blind anyone looking at it directly, and you feel the energy surge through you as well...! The large, hulking figure roars in pain, and when the lightning and fire recedes, you see what was once the figure burnt to a crisp, barely alive. It groans, and you see before you a clear path to finish it for good.