The tides turning, shifting around them. There's something exciting about this, and Mercy can't help herself. Though the blunt piggy teeth make contact with her flank, she's quick to shake it off. What's a little blood between friends. Er. Enemies? Yeah, enemies. Mercy comes alive as she springs upon the nearest pig, dispatching it before continuing. Oh, how she continues and carries on. Ripping and shredding, with sharp teeth and reckless abandon.
Everything about her is reckless. Lacking the chaotic composure of the wolfdogs, she's something a bit... worse. Unhinged in a different way, but bathing in the violence as it takes her over. Brilliant. Terrible, but brilliant, all at once.
