Or did he sprout a bird's cruel beak, feathers and claws?

Despair picked at his mind like the sharp, cruel beak of a carrion bird.

It was all too easy to imagine what else that cruel beak and talons could do.

A large bird with a cruel beak and a crown on its head.

His legs and body were sore in a dozen places from the blows of the cruel beak.

It was disconcerting, having those cruel beaks so close.

Coming straight at the cabin window, as if to fly into his face, that bird, its cruel beak open.

The thunderbird opened its cruel beak, and it screeched a welcome back at him.

The claws came straight at Data, the cruel beak ready to strike.

It could as well be his own eyes the cruel beaks picked out, he thought.