The boy smelled like fear.  Stank of it, sharp and acrid and vaguely urine-like.  Of course, he had ample reason to, with Kohl's fangs snapping an inch in front of his nose and her paws pinning his shoulders to the ground.  A growl rumbled in her throat, not the tenored growl of a pampered housecat chasing a mouse, but a wild, pissed-off predator with her prey in her paws.<br/><br/>The door slammed shut, and Kohl looked over her shoulder to see that Ihorangi had vanished, leaving her and the brawler as the only ones standing... unless the gender-bending Solar was going to join in anytime soon...<br/><br/>"Don't move," she hissed, directly in the boy's terrified face, and snapped her jaws at him once again for good measure, showing off the powerful fangs and crushing force they could deliver.   "Not an inch."<br/><br/>With a graceful movement, she turned to face the brawler, another of those heart-stopping growls rising in her throat, tail lashing in anticipation...<br/><br/>(Holding to see if Dream Shadow jumps in before I take another action.)