If only Alayre could hear this little monster's thoughts, then maybe he could've avoided this little altercation. "Fils de salope!" The curse escapes him sooner than he could scream. That cat lashes onto his hand like starving beast. It bites down so hard that Alayre now finds himself hoping to pry the feline off without losing skin.

"Get off! Off!"He forcefully tries to pry the cat off him but eventually stops once it bites down more. The accursed beast has the jaws of a war hound but ten times more foul. If he tries to force the cat off, the yellow monster will only sink its fangs deeper into him.

"You win! You win!"