Once the creature was pulled away from the other two men, they were put out of Heat's mind completely. The cat scratched and clawed in his grip, but the demon was unrelenting. He jabbed one of his blades into the animal's abdomen, twisting and ripping while keeping the other hand held tight around its neck.

One flailing limb was caught in Heat's jaws, sharpened teeth finding purchase and digging deep. This one had been unlucky, choosing this hallway to do its hunting when this territory belonged to a greater beast. Transforming even his arm would have made the process all the easier, but there was no need to waste the energy here. He didn't need the demon's form to attack with the demon's voracity. The clawed weapons alone would do, though he figured he could have taken the creature with just his hands.

The meal was pulled to the side, out of the way of anyone else who might try to rob him of it (instinctual - he was the only one of his kind here) and away from the smell of human blood that was just as tantalizing, if not more so, than the decaying monster he sought to devour. It was only a very small part of him, that little bit of remaining restraint, that kept him focused on Landel's creation.