Let's Kill Some Shit.

Deimos leaped in right after him, going for the second cat. Good. Then Quill wouldn't have to worry about it jumping on his back or something. That's what cats liked to do.

The tiger sank his claws into Quill's thick mane but came away with only fur. The marbled brute snickered through his mouthful of cat before giving his head a shake, whipping back and forth and ripping great furrows into the striped cats neck. It squealed and struggled, but in the end it was all to no avail. The thing was as good as dead.

"Speech"