He was like a cat batting around a defenseless mouse... Tira had never been on this side of it before. She growled wordlessly- unable to contain her rage.

This was stupid, so stupid! She couldn't kill an enemy that could heal his own wounds, and he mocked her for it.

Greed lay recumbent before her, waiting. That was it!

Her world blackened for a moment, then- she landed on his stomach, a small bloody hand wrapping around his throat. The force of her body slamming into his made them both slide across the slick floor, crashing into the bars behind them; with Tira on him, the door-less cage wouldn't open. Her mind grew foggy on the details, unaware of the actions she was taking as she wrapped her legs around his body.

"More! Give me more! I want to see blood~" Her voice oozed with sweetness. Her eyes were wide, mouth open as she licked the green lipstick on her lips with want.

A flash of silver, her ring blade fluidly connected with his chest. She leaned through the ring as she forced her weight onto it, leering down at him. The ring bit into his flesh -just under both shoulders- with a low squelching crunch. She gave a satisfied grunt, her mouth forming into an 'o'.

He would heal, in the back of her mind she knew this... the prospect of being able to play all she wanted without having to worry of his death excited her.