An angry growl rumbled from her throat that shifted into a cry of pain as the blade was twisted inside her stomach. She pulled herself from the blade, trying not to let Akor's insults destroy her satisfaction of dealing damage to her pretty face that could very well scar badly. Blatantly ignoring the threat she sneered as she called out for her daddy. Lashing out to try and rake her claws over her face once again. "Yess, call your daddy, pathetic b**h." She hissed.
HP: 9