The male watched, frozen in horror, as Blossompaw faced him. He blinked, shaking off his fear and ran toward before her leaping, dagger raised high. They both wrestled for control of it, hissing and spitting madly in a frenzy of limbs, fur and hair. The struggle ended with Blossompaw standing on the male's chest, his thin belt ruined. He now clutched the small bottle in his hand.
Blossompaw smirked evilly, green eyes sparkling with menace as she firmly and forcefully bought her foot down. Her opponent's cry of pain as glass cut into his hand was music to her ears, causing her to let out a purr of satisfaction.
She smirked, rising the bloodied knife she'd used to kill the young queen. He grabbed her by the throat, flinging her off him. He scrambled to his feet and leaped at the tortoiseshell-furred Neko just as she sprang at him. Both lavender and pale green eyes widened as the small, sharp daggers were plunged through each other's chests. Time seemed to freeze as Blossompaw was imminently met with waves of repulsion and nausea as her body convulsed. The dagger was tipped with the Essence of Goodness, disgusting feelings as sweet as melting Cotton Candy. Feelings like joy and happiness spread through her as the demons burst apart and dissolved in a dark mist. It was everything warm and fuzzy and it made her want to puke. Time regained its normal speed as they both fell to ground, eyes clouded with death.