Out of the Frying Pan, Into Dis

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~When Lilah releases her hold Beauty has every intention of making a hasty retreat back into the garbage piles of 7. She has never wanted to seek attention in this place and Lilah's scheme of strolling into a city populated by demons strikes her as being slightly mad. It is not an uncommon condition here and she thinks no worse of her for it but neither does she intend to subject herself to it. But even as she climbs to her feet, she finds herself launching her entire body at Lilah slamming into her and throwing them both over the edge. They roll and tumble and bump down the steep precipice and Beauty finds she has turned into a spitting, clawing, kicking creature who seems intent on inflicting as much trauma on herself and Lilah as she can manage. She is reviled by her own violent actions, calling out even as she inflicts the damage.~

I'm Sorry. ~A yank and she tosses away a fistful of hair.~ I beg your forgiveness. ~A shriek as she claws at Lilah's face.~

And Lilah is certainly fighting back. She can feel the skin bleeding, the bruises forming, one ankle is throbbing and her head is pounding. She finally falls back and to her surprise, realizes that Lilah has ceased as well.~