[That hiss makes her eyes widen and she bites through her lip until she tastes blood. That's painful enough to keep her from lashing out and letting that darkness explode out of her and into everyone, but the restraint isn't going to last much longer at all. Dante's hold on her is distressing her more, and in an attempt to try and focus on anything but blowing everyone up she decides physical violence is the only acceptable outlet.
If that jerk wants to hold her by her arm, that's fine. She growls as she turns so she can duck her head and chomp down on his arm. She does it hard, enough that he shouts out in pain. Her mouth clamps down harder and tighter, and that's enough of a distraction that two of his men come at her and only one is left fighting Johnnie. That's more evenly matched, and she smiles with flesh in her mouth as she starts to taste blood.
Is it his or hers? She doesn't really know or care. But the coppery taste keeps her grounded enough that she doesn't spiral out of control.]
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If that jerk wants to hold her by her arm, that's fine. She growls as she turns so she can duck her head and chomp down on his arm. She does it hard, enough that he shouts out in pain. Her mouth clamps down harder and tighter, and that's enough of a distraction that two of his men come at her and only one is left fighting Johnnie. That's more evenly matched, and she smiles with flesh in her mouth as she starts to taste blood.
Is it his or hers? She doesn't really know or care. But the coppery taste keeps her grounded enough that she doesn't spiral out of control.]