Morrigan wasn't all that surprised when the creature had decided to sink it's fangs into her arm. Why should she be? She liked pain and was well accustomed to it, thanks to the nature of her lengthy existence. After all, pain would turn into pleasure for her.

However, shortly after being bitten by the cat, Morrigan felt that was something was amiss. She was growing wearier by the second, and it was becoming harder and harder to just keep her eyes open.

The cat, it had to be the cause for what was happening to her. Sneaky little thing, wasn’t he?

Struggling to stay awake, Morrigan clenched her free hand into a fist, and sent it right towards the creature’s face.