The Man-Beast squirmed in her grasp as she flew, which was making it impossible to keep a hold of, as they streaked across the night sky. With only one hand, which in turn only had two fingers, Belladonna was limited in her options.
Her hand was once more around its throat, this time making sure to keep her hand away from the mouth, as she kept the savage Man-beast at arms length. But without stunning it with a variety of punches, it had full awareness and control of its hands.
Instead of attacking her arm, which would have been the smarter action, this Man-Beast operated on pure feral instincts, which meant the target for its claws was her face. Belladonna winced, pulling her head back with every swipe, just barely avoiding the claws, but there was nothing she could do about her chest.
