A quick movement from the corner of her eye snagged Fates attention, sending her whirling towards and backwards from the slicing blade. A snarl erupted from her throat, viciously feral. The scimitar hit the thick fur fluffing up her neck, the sticky goo catching and ripping whole tufts out as the white and gold clad hunk of rotting meat yanked it back. A small clatter sounded as a tiny red pendant fell to the floor, it's leather strap sliced clean through. Swiping at her arms, the creature tangled it's sword in her fur, where it stuck, no matter how hard it might pull. With one arm caught, Fate pulled her lips back in a snarl, no longer a sane beast. She swung her solo hammer round, smashing a stool or two, before lunging forward and thoughtlessly wrapping her strong jaw round it's throat, ripping away cloth and deteriorating flesh along with a handful of spine.

It took her a few seconds for the taste to sink in. Vile. Just vile. [color=00a99d][i]Ew. Ew. EWW!!!!![/i][/color] Gagging violently, her stomach rebelled, causing her to spew out a spray of rotten, saliva-slathered, hunks of stinky flesh. It was an attack that would take out any [i]normal[/i] human, but with these godless things you could never tell.