Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

Well, this wasn't very fun. The spirit cared nothing for the fleeting feeling of success and fleeting it was indeed when her prey collapsed beneath her in an instant. The ghost had never witnessed this before and she was so taken aback, in fact, that she nearly turned with forward somersault over his back. She managed only to stop this from happening by grabbing onto her prey with her teeth and steadying herself. A valuable lesson, though it was unlikely free -- as nothing was.

But then came the dissatisfaction of winning and the game being over. "Migh," she spat in disappointment after spitting out what hairs she had gathered in her mouth and she hopped off her collapsed prey. The spirit trotted in a half-circle from his hind to face to look what state he was in. Maybe he was just playing, thought she was a child still who needed this win..?