Noctisardor Bypass [r] fevered

He released Indra in an instant, and Laurel could not help but wonder if that was what he wanted all along. Oh dearest, always so naive — but Iliksis' words were drowned out by the clash of battle. Laurel was not sure what it was that drove her forward; if it was something — or someone, dearest? a mad chuckle — taking a hold of her, or if it was really just her own force, her own will to protect Indra, driving her forward. RUN! she screamed, snarled, while she set herself upon Merrick's face. The moment that his blood entered her mouth, everything changed. Iliksis' voice was drowned out by her own thoughts — Is this what they feel like when they kill? Is this why they can't stop hurting others? Am I going to become a monster like them? — but then she set herself further upon him, tearing into his cheek. Unable to stop. Nothing but a red haze filling her mind.

With blood streaking from his cheek Laurel made a grab for his right front leg; she could stop him from pursuing Indra if she could contain his leg, or make it hurt enough that he couldn't physically follow her. At least not at his full speed.

Everything was a blur of blood and anger (why was he doing this? how had she deserved this? why hadn't Mahler listened to her and attacked Ursus when the tables were turned and their numbers were greater?!) and an all-encompassing madness that grew with every drop of blood spilled. Laurel was not even sure if he was fighting back at all, or if he was just madly cackling and shouting and screaming and enjoying the pain in his own sick way. But even though she didn't know if she was attacking someone who wasn't fighting back, Laurel sank her teeth deep into his right paw, not planning to let go until she tore out some part of it to cripple him down from pursuing her daughter.