Blow it all on hookers and coke

While he and the lynx bickered back and forth, Delaney wandered off, coming back with a stout stick. Chaos broke off in the middle of his barrage of insults towards the hissing, furry asshole clinging so smugly in the tree, to eye Delaney with interest. "What's that for?" he questioned with curiosity at least as great as the proverbial feline. He didn't think she'd hit him with it but, well, maybe he was annoying her, who knew? She explained, though, that it was a trick she'd learned from a loner once, though she didn't detail what she intended to do with it. He did back away from the tree as she approached, though he kept his eye on the lynx.

Whack.

She smacked the tree, sending reverberations up the lynx's tree and her stick both, and Chaos' eyes widened and a grin blossomed on his muzzle as understanding hit him fully as hard as that stick would have. "Hell yeah," he crowed, shaking his paws to loosen muscles in preparation for a dash. His eyes remained fixated on the lynx.

Whack. Whack.

Whack.

That last hit was apparently too much for the lynx, who finally leaped from the trunk with a furious shriek. He hit the ground hard enough to drive the wind out of him, but was back on his paws and fleeing a beat later. That hesitation was his doom, though, because Chaos was ready and as soon as the cat hit the ground he was on it, fangs slashing.

The cat turned on him as well, though, slashing at his face with its sharp little claws. One came disconcertingly close to his eyes as it tore flesh and fur, and Chaos flinched back instinctively, giving the badly injured cat an opening to slip through his paws. "Catch him!" he cried out to Delaney as the lynx tried to drag its injured body away. Chaos had to swipe blood out of his eyes to see where it had gone before he could follow. Little bastard still had some fight left, but his fang had slipped between the feline's ribs into a lung, and it wasn't going to get far. They needed to catch it before it hid itself somewhere they couldn't get to it before it died, though, and preferably in time for them to give it the mercy of a swifter death.