WarCat was hit directly on her chest and her grip loosened just enough for him to start running. She looked back and grinned at his pathetic attempts at fighting. Again her tail went for his legs, tripping him and preventing him from grabbing the weapon. She pulled, forcing him back, but the baton then ended up in range of him. "You little pest! You're my slave, the sooner you accept it, the better!"<br/>