While her assailant clawwed and bit and struggled like a wild animal somewhere between a fish and a feral cat she held on. If she had the strength she'd simply break the woman's neck and hope to Rilon, Reina, whoever, the bitch would die from it. Though she knew her strength was not of the physical sort but the tenacious sort. She had been annoyed she'd let the woman loose enough to draw that ragged deep breath and so she locked in tighter around her even as the woman flopped and a hiss of air escaped someone nearby. Had she just? 

Thaler had no way of knowing but she tightened her grip the way a snake tightens on it's prey, her legs wrapping back around the woman's torso -hard not to when she was under her in such a manner already- and then Thaler, with all her frustration and her own feral rage employed the creature's own tactics. She could feel the flesh beneath her, she knew where to aim and while her arm barred off the woman's throat she moved herself to bite down as hard as her teeth would allow her on the soft flesh of the woman's earlobe. She had no intention of stopping or restraining that bite either, intending to rip off a chunk of this stupid attackers ear if that is what it took. [i]I know I have been fair from a good person but dealing with this much shtucka in one week is not a crucible it's just plain torment. Well this is what I think of your torment.[/i]