Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

There were words hurled her way that Laurel barely even heard. Everything in her mind was just so hollow. All she could feel was the pain and the crashing humiliation that had been rained down upon her. She cowered in place, unable to move at all. She just hoped it'd all go away. Indra clearly gave her an opening to do something, but rather than doing something all Laurel could do was nothing.

She just sat there and cowered, completely disgusted with herself all the while.
She couldn't leave.
She couldn't run.

She couldn't do anything, completely petrified.

Until he reached out to her and his teeth snatched her face, ripping through the skin on her forehead. Laurel shrieked and it was as if she was brought to life. Just how he had brought her to life when he had grabbed her scruff and forced himself upon her, the touch made her react on instinct.

Except this time she wasn't pinned underneath his body, helpless and unable to react. This time she was out in the open. If he'd only left her there, she would've lain on the ground and watched idly as he did to Indra what he wanted while crying to herself. If he'd only not touched her. But he had. And she reacted.

Something primal and vile surfaced that Laurel had only felt once before; when she had attacked her baby half-sibling. It was a similar raw vengeance that she felt now, a similar purpose to take her life back into her own two claws. A snarl ripped through the air and Laurel launched himself at him, teeth searching for whatever piece of him she could find.

She might die here today, if nobody came to her aide, but she would be sure to take the worst of her demons with her straight to hell.