She snarled and bit at him wildly. She savored every last drop of blood she managed to get hold of. Looking like a burned ghoul, she kept scratching her claws into him, her strength only increasing as her hunger started to take over. She'd already lost control, his blood started to gush out at a increasing rate. All strategy seemed to fade, she saw no need in conserving her energy, she no longer cared about who won and who lost, as all she wanted now as to feed on him.