As Morrigan sped across the battlefield like a bounding gazelle, she could see her soldiers being swept aside like pieces of cardboard. It filled her with a rage she couldn't describe to see her people being dealt with like common insects. She swiped out at a cat soldier and snapped the spear he was thrusting at her as she passed him and the large lion man. She felt hot lines of pain streak across her back, biting into her flesh and making her groan slightly as she heard her coat shredding behind her. This was her favourite coat too!

The Arms chirped and whistled angrily, eager to be of use. Acting as quick as she could, she lashed out with both arms and attempted to catch the arm as it raked at her back, intending to gain a lower centre of gravity and then using this momentum against him to throw him to the ground, over her shoulder. She thought that her strength should be more than substantial enough to accomplish this feat, and though he might be faster, she felt as if she were slightly stronger physically, despite her stature.