Katina's terror-driven strength gives her an advantage, but Vesele's ample curves prove to hide little in the way of muscles, and Marija simply doesn't have the mass... then Aiyaka leaps in, slashing the the refrigerator's tongue - and Cyra feeds its gaping maw with fire.<br/><br/>Above, Resha darts nimbly over the silken sheets coiling around Ishidora's calves, despite the demoness writhing in her tum, and crashes belly-first through the window, tucking and rolling with the landing as she hits the ground below. Behind her, Ishidora's shrieks can be heard, as the unlucky girl is drawn inoxerably towards the nashing pillows and her now-inevitable appointment with gurgling digestive chamber below the manse...<br/><br/>In the kitchen, choking and coughing, the convulsions of the refrigerator's tongue give Katina a chance, and she slips away from it. Wounded, and well-fed with Ishidora's pleasantly curved form, the long, wet red muscle snaps back inside the door, which slams behind it. As it drifts back open, all it reveals is the perfectly mundane interior of the fridge.<br/><br/>"Run," Katina shouts - but she grabs Cyra's hand before she does so, and her grip on the fingers of her rescuer is strong enough for her sharp little claws to draw beads of blood.