With the Swimmon firmly in her grasp, Biyomon pecks in sharply on the head, attempting to daze it for the time being. Bringing the tail to her beak, she opened her beak as far as she could. The beak, while it could not widen any, was still large enough. Biyomon folded the tail-fin together, and pulled it into her mouth. The tangy, salty, taste was enough to cause the bird to pause for a moment, before she swallowed again pulling nearly half of the fish into her maw.