Sugar and Utter continued their lethal ballet, Utter dodging Sugar's swooping attacks while trying to grab a hold of either her feet or the wings themselves. More than once, Sugar had managed to swoop to the outer portion of the ring, grabbed a dagger, plunged towards the dog demoness, and managed to cut her down a tad, sending Utter landing on her bottom.
"Get up!" Yelled the crowd. "What're you doing?"
Waiting, Utter thought, I'm waiting. Utter desperately fought whatever that urging feeling that was pulling her towards absolutely ripping the girl to shreds. She knew, however, it would be impossible to avoid it.
Her nose caught the scent of Miss Insanite, who was standing behind her on the outside of the ring. Utter dared not look back at the toothy demoness, and kept her eyes on Sugar, who was now standing gallantly on the other side of the Pit. She wasn't carrying an item, it seemed.
Utter finally stood and made her way slowly to the young girl, tail flicking about in anticipation. Of course, the evitable happened—while up in the air, she had taken her shoes off and thrown them at Utter—she'd thought nothing of that. Not only did she use her shoes as a weapon—clever devil—but she used her stockings as special gloves to hide, yes, a dagger.
It barely cut her chest thanks to Utter's quick reflexes, however...
...however, whatever was inside of her had finally had enough.
Her eyes flashed in a tinge of hate and a sea of fury as she touched her hand to her ripped dress, blood slowly staining its pretty front. Her ears pulled themselves up, locking themselves into an upright position, resembling the slender ears of a fox. Her tail was slowly becoming more bushy—fur raised quite a ways off of her tail—like a fox's. And as Utter began to growl, she sported remarkably sharp-looking canines that seemed to have grown quite long.
Sugar pulled her weapon-wielding hand back and pushed herself into the wall, clearly terrified. Those who had bet their possibly-not-so-hard-earned cash screamed and yelled at her to finish her off before she was too impossible to defeat. Instead, Sugar swiftly took to the air, leaving Utter watching her with feral eyes on the ground.
No matter.
Without a second thought, Utter's beautifully crafted legs sent her soaring into the air, gliding quite a distance before blindsighting the poor winged girl. The force sent the air rushing from Sugar's lungs, sending her crashing into the earth, Utter close behind her. Unfortunately, Sugar didn't quite make it all the way down. She was desperately hanging onto the metal bars, keeping herself afloat by pumping her wings every time her arms got tired. After a while, she rested her feet on the very edges of the metal bars, inching her way to Miss Insanite, Utter at her heels all the while, snarling and snapping like an unfed bear.
Sugar cried out, "Miss Insanite!" and held out her hand to the smiling mistress. Miss Insanite merely laughed and snapped her fingers. The bars Sugar held onto began turning red hot, searing the poor girl's hands. The girl let go. To everyone's surprise, she fell, not even bothering to use her wings.
Of course, Miss Insanite wouldn't say that she'd put a spell on them so that the annoyance of Sugar trying to fly to safety would be put to rest. She merely smiled.
The RingMaster, located somewhere behind one of the trap doors, calmly began speaking. Much to any newcomers' surprise, her voice carried as if she were standing right next to you due to the shape of the Pit. "Gentlemen—you are in for a lovely treat! It seems as if the true nature of Puppy has come to play. This side of her is only answers to the name 'Sin.'"
At the mentioning of this, one drunken rogue began chanting the name Sin. Soon, one after another, others were chanting the name as Utter slowly circled her newly handicapped prey, licking her long canines and flicking her bushy brown tail about, displaying her impatience.
Sugar frantically looked about her and found a spear which she held out sidelong in front of her. Utter charged, locking her teeth onto the spear, instinctively knowing that if she clawed and chewed long enough, that the spear would snap...
...and Sugar would be free.
