As Torn Jacket falls limp in Angel's mouth, she feels the thrill of victory goad her on. Already today she's caught herself a second meal, and this one didn't put up nearly as much of a fight. The moment of desperation on White Fur's face makes it that much sweeter. The opportunity to turn bullies like these into food for the body that she and Celaire share is what she lives for, and every moment of it is like the freshest breath of air.<br/><br/>Unfortunately her moment of triumph is short lived. As White Fur soon reminds her, celebrating too early has its price. Angel growls in pain as her foe's tail and spikes slash her face. "If only she didn't have those spikes," she thinks to herself, "I could go for seconds. Maybe if I knocked her out and then wai..."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Reflex Save (1d20 + 13): 19 + 13 = 32; Success<br/>Move Action: Swallow Torn Jacket</div></div></div><br/>Her internal monologue is cut short as the roof suddenly descends an inch. Fortunately Angel manages to keep her footing. Unfortunately, so does the angry catfolk standing next to her. Perhaps a little intimidation is in order, she reasons. And so in mere moments the contents of her mouth become the contents of her stomach. As Torn Jacket joins whatever remains of the demon from earlier and her stomach bulges out a little, Angel hopes that White Fur gets the message of what she has in store for her. And if not...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Bite Attack(1d20 + 18): 7 + 18 = 25; Hit<br/>Bite Damage (1d8 + 10): 6 + 10 = 16<br/>Thorn Body Damage (1d6): 4<br/>Total Damage: 20</div></div></div><br/>Once her mouth is clear of Torn Jacket, Angel snaps at White Fur's face. Even as she feels spikes scratch against her skin she feels her own spines and teeth sink into her opponent. For a moment she tastes blood and is tempted to hold on, but then her reasoning overtakes her instinct. To swallow such a prickly meal would be a death sentence. With any luck, that last attack will just knock White Fur out and in only a minute or two the spikes will recede, and then she can have a second snack. That is, unless that guard has something to say about it, but so far she<span style="font-style: italic">seems</span>reasonable. Well, for a guard at least.