Stacia would tell Saturday to bite her tongue, but she doesn't have the attention to spare to force comprehensible English through her muzzle. She flexes her claws and trusts that Saturday has her back so that she can focus on the women as they pass in front of her rather than trying to keep an eye on them all the way around.

She's ready when the claw weapon shoots out, batting it aside like she would a hand meant for her throat so that it buries itself in the ground. With a snarl, she seizes the attached chain and gives it a sharp yank, hoping to throw the woman off-balance.

Meanwhile, her twin darts forward, aiming for Saturday.