Oh poo

The lion became desperate. It thrashed and growled, swiping its paw aat Reaper near its scruff, then back at Gavroche, then began trying to side step to pull away. The beast ran on adrenaline now as blood was spilled, confusion at so many attackers keeping it from being able to successfully attack any creature in particular. The bird came for his face and the mountain lion would switch its attention to that to avoid risking the loss of another eye. Meanwhile it would appear none of the others would give up their assaults, making sure the cat was going to bleed as much as possible. If it lost too much blood it would pass out or even more likely the different attackers would cause it to succumb to its injuries.

Arachne had been shredding into the beast’s tail. Holding on and biting the thing was looking more like a well loved chew toy from a dog… just with more gore. Dawn had taken to climbing the other cat's leg and biting into the flesh, the kitten growling as back legs peddled and thrashed downward to shred skin. And Gavroche? He was going for a tried and true method to really get the beast where it hurt.

Climbing up the cat’s leg - with some difficulty due to its movement, the winged wolf had brought his tiny body closer to the cat's underbelly. Jaws snapped inward and took hold of delicate belly flesh next to the cat’s private bit. Gavroche growled and ripped his head back, tearing the flesh and between his efforts there and the man on his scruff the cat was really screaming and desperately trying to pull away from its attackers.

"Speech," 'Thought.'