The cat that attacked Hikaru was turning now, blood on its paws and the desire for more in its eyes. It was unfortunate it hadn't gotten its claws buried into the boy's side, but at least he was weakened. But now the group of three were all looking at him. Behind, he could hear the screams of the other cat as Tamaki twisted the blade. For a second, the cat hesitated and then it darted into the dark again. It waited just long enough for people to look the other way and then it attacked, aiming for Light's calves with its razor sharp claws.

When Tamaki wrenched the sword, something in the cat snapped. The fragile bones gave way under the pressure and the cat screeched, a high and horrible sound. Its shoulder cracked and the sword jumped, sliding into the vulnerable organs inside. The cat gurgled, blood spilling from its wound and its mouth, but still it tried to scratch even as the life left it.