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She didn't know how, but it had happened. Rattle was practically on top of her and didn't even know it. Jason had hit him, drawing blood, and he was confused.

Angry.

They never mixed.

She prepared herself, because this was the best chance she could ever hope to get.

Heh. He smelled like burnt fur. Disgusting, just like him.

When the Jason made his move, she attacked.

Moving quickly, letting [b][Muffle II][/b] do its job, she went for the back of his injured leg, blowing out a Breath attack at his injury. Behind the knee was her mark, ripping and tearing with fangs and venom.

If she succeeded in making a wound, she'd blast a [b]Glob[/b] right into it before moving up his back towards his neck.

If she made it that far, she'd start tearing into it until he stopped moving or she was flung off.