Another successful hit, and the lucentiens' body writhed as its claws screeched in some strange sort of pleasure across the floor. It had gotten her in the leg, which was going to greatly cut down on her agility. That had been her greatest strength thus far, meaning that the chances of a kill were much higher now.

It did not hear her racing forward again, which most likely meant she was scared, licking her wounds. The golden creature pressed its good hand flatly against the floor again (those nails hissing as they slid against each other) and then started to push itself back up a second time.