CONAN kills a vulture with his teeth

Despite having been nailed to a piece of wood, CONAN is no push over. He has been left unguarded so the vultures will come and pick him apart while he still lives, but CONAN is having none of it. He can see a vulture aproaching, and gives it a surprise.

CONAN drew his head back as far as he could, waiting with terrible patience. The vulture swept in with a swift roar of wings. It's beak flashed down, ripping the skin CONAN's chin as he jerked his head aside; then before the bird could flash away, CONAN's head lunged forward on his mighty neck muscles, and his teeth, snapping like those of a wolf, locked on the bare, wattled neck.
Instantly the vulture exploded into squawking flapping hysteria. Its thrashing wings blinded the man, and its talons ripped his chest. But grimly he hung on, the muscles starting out in lumps on his jaws. And the scavengers neck-bones crunched between those powerful teeth. With a spasmodic flutter the bird hung limp. CONAN let go, spat blood from his mouth.

From "A Witch Shall Be Born"
Page 365. The Complete Chronicles of CONAN.