I don't have time to focus on the effect I'm having on Natalya. I'm too focused on the male in front of me, my eyes already seeing red. She must have known another male speaking to her would do this to me. She knew I would want his death. It doesn't take looking at her to know what effect she's having on me though. My skin ripples, feeling charged as if by a lightening strike. Everything feels sensitive, alive. My breathing is shallow and rapid, my sides breathing in an even but faster speed. I'm in my element, everything seeming slower. I feel rather than see her walk up beside me, our sides tantalizingly close but not close enough. We're not touching and my soul is aching for it but I hold my ground. I am stronger because of her but I'm also stronger when I can focus on something other than her. I can see the slowly growing smile out the corner of my vision, though. So Natalya is in her element too, then. How convenient. We both want blood. I watch with a newfound hunger as Natalya moves slowly around the back of the male. I'm watching him at the same time, devouring his every twitch and breath, memorizing it so I'll know the minute he changes his breathing pattern to make way for an attack. A part of me, the father part, wants to tell her to stand down, to think of the growing lives inside her but the other part of me, the less sane and mostly dominant part, wants to take advantage of this because she's not real, cause she's just a ghost who wants to share in my kills. I remember this is what Natalya was good at. She was an assassin, a damn good one. Maybe that's what she's doing now, forgetting about me while drowning herself in someone else's blood. I hear her taunting question and I shudder at the anticipation of what's to come. The male before me has lowered himself to the ground. He almost looks like a snake with his belly on the ground. Such an amatear stance. Make yourself lower than your opponent and lose your advantage. Now he can be pinned easily, run over top of, shoved even lower. His gravity is lower and so is his weight. I notice his muscles relaxing and my eyes gleam. Good, make yourself vulnerable by lowering your gaze. He seems to be watching Nataly and I intently, perhaps noticing the way we act around each other. He may think of it as weakness but that would be his fatal error. We are one, our souls linked together by fate. We are more deadly put together than we are separate. He smirks at my words, speaking to me like a child as he taunts me, turning my words around. I shake my head, my own grin growing.

"You're right. I'll try being hard on you instead." My tail twitches like a whip as I eye him with a fervor, like a starved dog staring at their next meal. He looks excited for what's to come. I don't blame him. I'm excited as hell. He tries to keep up with Natalya as she moves around him, though he keeps his eyes on me. Just for show, I give him a wink. That's right, drink it in. This mug is the last thing you'll ever see. He chuckles at Natalya, and the moment he speaks, my hackles are raising, my paws shuffling, getting into a better position. No one calls her a whore. He's only watching me out of the corner of his eyes now. Bad move.

"Good because I want to be the one to weaken you." With that said, I launch myself at his neck, rearing up on my hind legs, using my fore legs to try to wrap around his shoulders and hold him in place while I sink my teeth into his neck from the side, latching on tightly and shaking my head side to side vigorously, ripping and tearing. When I pull away, I never release, wanting to pull skin away with me. I'm on the move, never relenting, barreling toward him again and again, driving him right into Natalya's waiting jaws. I snap at his face, his neck, his chest. If he tries to retaliate with his own jaws, I use my giant paws to slap at him, claw at his muzzle, slap it away from me. I hope he does bite me. I'll need the adrenaline rush. I'll need the motivation. I won't stop until he's in pieces.