[i]Certainly Zande hadn't expected to have an opponent swift enough to duck down beneath a kick to the gut from so close. Those wings lent her an amazing speed and maneuverability he hadn't encountered before, but he indeed was piloted primarily by instincts. And right now, his instincts told him the time for the end was nigh. As Tanya darted below his kick and made him do the vertical splits, the cannibal surprisingly dropped both axes. The left one in order to reach down between his legs and grab her by her tussled hair, aiming to wrench her head back as she touched his thigh and formed the contract. This one could be difficult to see coming, thanks to her positioning. The other axe was abandoned to free up his right hand, so that with phenomenal celerity he could plunge his knuckles into her wind pipe. It wouldn't require much force to crush an unprotected one. But just in case she did endure the initial blow, he'd be quick to then open his right fist up after the blow to seize her gullet and tear it out an instant later. And even that wouldn't be the end of the trouble. He'd attempt to clasp his legs about her as best he could afterwards and drag her to the ground with his weight, locking her into a triangle choke. The cannibal had many weapons, but so far he hadn't the chance to use his favorite. Sometimes there were things worse than death. Sometimes those things involved teeth.[/i]