By this moment, all the pride and hope the Losers held in themselves had vanished like a sand blown away by a gust of wind. Their ex-victim now stood before them, her eyes glowing a shade of light-blue, and her pupils had shrunk away, no longer resembling anything human; rather more feline like. Matching her eyes, were her white teeth, which had formed into that of a large cat. Sharp, pointed, and ready to tear off their very flesh if she greatly desired. The very thoughts raced through their minds even faster when she only glared back at them, smiling wickedly, and running her tongue across the right canine.

Black Sheep was visibly shaking, and Mr. Moustache was sweating like a dog. The DJ, grabbed some of his forks from his pocket, and pointed them to the woman, hoping in vain that they would protect him from the beast before them. The condiment King pointed his guns toward her, while the Penny Plunderer his behind him. Peaking out, to see that there may yet be a chance for victory. The Signal Dot man, had snuck to her side, and grabbing a discarded pipe, he swung at the woman's head, looking to strike her down, not caring if by then he would kill her. But the strike had not landed, for the enraged woman had not once broken her gaze from the other men, and still held the metal weapon over her head, and stood as still as a statue. Signal man did all he could to pull it away, but not once had it budged from her grasp.

"Let go, you bitch!" he cried.

His anger and frustration would also melt into fear, for the woman broke her gaze, and turned it to him. His skin crawled even further, at the sight of her smiling upon him, and an inhuman growl now bellowed in her throat. Cracking had risen from her fingers, and her mails began to change. Black they were, long, and sharp; matching her cat like eyes, and teeth, and forming into claws. Signal man's face turned pale at the sight of their growth, practically piercing through the pipe in her grasp, while her other hand had sported the same claws.

By now, some of the men, had begun to wet themselves, or perhaps just Black Sheep, and maybe DJ Forks. First her eyes, them teeth, now claws, there was no way it could have gotten worse.

"Um, guys, look!" Black Sheep squealed.

They were wrong of course, as white fur had began to sprout across her arms, her legs, and face. Her bare feet cracked, and shifted from their human form, into paws of that of a predator. What sort of predator had not remained a mystery for long, as a tail formed from her backside, white fur, and like her legs, were riddled with black stripes; that of a tiger. Cracking had risen once again, from her face, as her nose and ears shifted forms. Until at last, the corned girl, had changed completely into monster; a cross of a human, and a tiger.

The Signal man, releasing the pipe, looked back to the Condiment King, awaiting on what to do next. Mayo stuttered uncontrollably. He had no idea what to do by then. Not for a moment did he expect this to occur. Sure seeing people looking like animals wasn't uncommon these days in Gotham City, especially with the likes of Killer Croc and Man-Bat. But what were the odds of this happening to them?

By now, the tiger had completed her transformation, and her eyes scanned all around her. Absorbing the reactions that the seven idiots had delivered to her.

"Last chance," she sneered. "Get out of my site, or I'll make you regret the day you morons were ever born."

"Ridiculous!"

The tiger growled, and turned to the direction of the cry. The Polka-dot man, with a paper circle in both of his hands, stood proud and pointed them toward her.

"This will not sway me! You think that changing into such a silly creature will make the mighty Polka-dot man run! No! You are nothing compared to me!"

Her brows furrowed in anger, and she growled at the man. By now, the seven did all they could to make the poor bastard shut up. Signal man, begged through his gritted teeth, while DJ Forks gestured with one hand for him to cut out his crap. Black Sheep just sucked his thumb and cried, while Moustache simply prayed to God that his comrade wouldn't not die this day. The Penny Plunderer just stated behind the Condiment King and covered his eyes. While the King attempted to bite his finger nails through his glove, all the while the Polka-dot Man continued on in his rant.

"You, a pathetic little freak, shall never be a match for..."

Not for a moment more did Krell get to finish. There was barely a moment for the poor wannabe to breathe. Before any of the men could process what had happened, the tiger held Krell up from the ground, by the throat, his feet dangling and kicking ae the rain painted ground. Krell was gagging, as her grasp tightened harder, and growling rose from her throat. He dropped the circles and grabbed onto her worst, doing all he could to pry her off of his neck. She jerked her arm back, until her nose rested on his. Hate and rage filled her eyes, and one would swear that she was looking straight into Abner's soul.

"Listen to me, you inbred frog," she sneered through her teeth, tightening her grasp again, not once minding the fact that Krell's face was turning blue.

"If you ever call me that again, I. Will. KILL YOU!"

The tiger, with the strength of ten men, threw Krell into the alley wall. Watching as he was embedded into the brick. Yet, much to the surprise of the others, Krell seemed to be alive, and as he fell out of the wall, leaving an enprint of his body into it, he breathed heavily on the rain soaked floor, before uttering out a weak 'I'm okay, go get her guys', before falling back to the floor, eyes closing, drifting off onto the realm of unconsciousness.

The six looked down to Krell, before darting back to the tiger, who only stood down at Krell, breathing heavily, seeking to recollect her thoughts. It would be Black Sheep that would earn a glare of hate from the tiger, when he kicked a stray can across from himself. Her head turned to the six, who had gathered together, Signal man, and Condiment King being served as a shield for the other four. Their hearts then skipped a beat when she turned back to them and released the very roar which her current form carried.

"Wh-what do we do boss?" asked Forks.

The condiment king then looked back to his team, and for a moment, he wanted to cry out a retreat. But, something in him began to cry out that they needed to stand their ground, and that they needed to show this monster who she was dealing with. To avenge their friend, who would more than likely need serious medical attention after being thrown right into the wall. There was no way that he ad his team were going to lose their chance now, and they were certainly NOT going to be mocked by the other criminals. Breathing deeply, he grabbed his guns, and looked back to the others.

"There is only one thing we must do gentlemen," he said.

"ATTACK!"