Whatever shouting there was from the crowd ceased in this bind. Harriet redirected her thrashing to the arm that jabbed towards her throat. The strike had come as a shock, evident by her wide eyes and gaping mouth. Her strikes were not ordered and powerful as they were previously, however. They better resembled wild flailing. Her glazing eyes and choking sputters told why. Meesei's claws were strangling Harriet.

Whether Harriet was open or not, she had nowhere near the awareness to react in time to Meesei's other arm short of closing her eye as a reflex. Meesei's other claws jabbed into the eye socket regardless, but Harriet only managed a pitiful squeak from her constricted wind pipe as her back arched in pain. Her slowing arms likely preceded passing out if Meesei kept her grip.