Altar of Twilight hey, mama, how's it going?

she might've thought he was serious, if he'd said that, and she probably would've turned into a large ball of awkward... but thankfully he didn't, and the thought didn't even cross her mind. she nodded, moving as he did on the other side. like an inverted image, she came around with grace, and when he struck, she did the same. her teeth met bone and flesh-- though mostly bone-- and she bit as hard as she could manage. the thing struggled but it was incredibly pitiful, and she was confidence they'd be able to take it down.