Lasciel convulsed and sat up with an almost animal growl. Her eyes were gleaming openly yellow now, her teeth elongated to needle points. Her human glamour was slipping, as she marshalled what remained of her resources in order to preserve her self.<br/><br/>She sat up and looked around, her expression nothing short of feral. Where was that perfidious hunter? Ah, there - sneaking up to them from behind the bushes, the weasel. Hoping they'd be distracted enough to be cut down. Well, it wasn't happening. She wasn't going down, and neither was Samuel.<br/><br/>She rolled forward onto her knees, careful not to give herself away, pressed her lips briefly on Samuel's, then unfurled her wings and jumped up into the air with a flap. The next moment, she landed just in front of Wayne, who was about to break through the last stretch and reach them, barring his way.<br/><br/>'Didn't your mama tell you never to come between a fool and his folly?' she purred, the sound chilling. Wayne stared at her, open-mouthed, his eyes ready to pop out. She simply smiled, then took his face in both hands and covered his mouth with hers. She held on through the moments of thrashing, relaxing only when the cloud of bloody dust hazed the view of the dying fires in the encampment of the Night Parade.