The leg's out of her teeth before she can really rip into it, though her jaws still burn as hot as the rest of her, flesh sizzling and cauterizing the bite shut. If it weren't for the fact she was intent on a kill that might be a good thing — or perhaps worse, considering there's no telling what those teeth have been in prior.

But she does have a taste now and that same hunger that's driven her this feral only blazes further to life. She makes to charge after Shura, only to meet the blast of cold that drives her back, stumbling away into a wall, trailing more steam from where the magic struck her.

There's another enraged hiss, another haphazard teleport, another lunge to try and tackle Shura from behind this time.