"Oh-" He glanced at Pride, staring with interest, as he did with Kiba. "Well, I suppose changing into your forms is better." He nodded, looking back at the class when a table lifted on it's own and flew up into the ceiling, breaking itself into pieces. "But- I don't know how to distract her magic...It has to be something reminding her of her past." He shut his eyes, thinking. "Creatures that are horribly gruesome, close to how she looks like." When he looked back at Gatita, her blood had begun to drip on the floor. "Also, whoever's going to approach her, be aware of those claws. They're as sharp as needles. Literally."
The pain was becoming unbearable now. The cat grit her teeth, but no matter how much she tried to call her magic off, it didn't listen. Then again, it wasn't quite her magic. Come on, my pet. You can destroy them as you did before, can't you? A voice sang in her head, an echoing sound.