The terms of the contact slammed into her mind, etched into her soul, were written on her skin; Tanya took those words to heart, and would soon take the cannibal's. As if in slow motion, the monster's mace heavy punch throttled through the air, to meet directly with Tanya's outstretched palm. Inky feathers scattered invisible in the darkness, her hand crunching at the impact. She bit her lip to bleeding in silent agony, yet stood fast. At the touch of her bare skin, the demon should have froze for no less than three, maybe four seconds-- the result of the Binding Contract she had previously written to her skin! It's paralyzing effect should have wormed its way across his body like so much poison, undeniable, unstoppable, enough to keep him locked down for just long enough.

She gritted her stance, allowing the demon to follow through with its punch, and flicked out her left hand empty with all the vicious speed of a snake herself. With a scream of pain and triumph, she thrust the touch she needed into the berserker's core, a grasp of magic cruel and cold enough to steal the life from his body.

[i]"Your soul is mine!"[/i]