While the monster was sturdy and dangerous, it had little grace, making it a simple matter for the girl to dart in and twist it around. The lucentien pitched forward as its arm was yanked behind it, though it showed no sign of being in pain. It started to extend the claws of the captured arm out in hopes of nicking the girl and getting her to release it, but that didn't seem to be working particularly well.

Instead, it tried to turn itself back around to face her, not seeming to care that it might cause its arm to get pulled out of the socket. It swiped with its free arm, aiming for her face this time. It wasn't out of any practiced malice, but simply going for whatever was closest.

And maybe the worst thing was that it wasn't even killing to feed. Lucentiens killed for the sake of it. They were guardians, near mindless attackers that were much hardier than the average rat or cat.