Far below the pair of hunters a cluster of fairies are huddled close to a high pixie as the larger fae tells stories to her little sisters under the sway of the lights above. What looks to be a floating jack-o-lanturn in a cape sits next to them, accompanied by a snowman in a blue jester's hat. They giggle along with the stories.

Nekomata hops to an adjacent rafter, eyes narrowed and tails curled low against her as she creeps along. She's caught scent of the lamia's musk. Far below in a corner there's a woman with a serpent's body curled up on herself taking a rest. A quiet growl burbles through the demon's chest when she catches sight and Nekomata coils up on the edge of the rafter before launching herself down.

This is Dangerous.

The lamia is nearly twice Neko's size and resistant to her charms. But she has surprise on her side and claws sharp enough to take a chunk out of a steel girder. She's already on the demon's back, fangs sinking into her neck when the lamia wakes with an ear piercing shriek that shatters a nearby window. A powerful thrash of the serpent's tail send Neko hurtling through one of several large crates though when she follows it up with a crash of lightning magic Nekomata is nowhere to be seen.

The demon is busy bolting for an exit, blood trickling from her mouth and off the end of her claws. A single scale is clutched tight against her fluffy chest as she heaves for breath.