It felt good to draw blood, his paws quickly covered in the stuff; he dug his claws in deeper to try and hold on while the Seeker flailed about, contemplating trying to slash rather than grip--but the way they were going, letting go with one would necessitate letting go with both.

Not that he had the option much longer, really. The blast of energy to his head felt like being knocked in the face with a sack of hammers on fire, and it was with a furious yowl that the beast let go and plummeted toward the ground, trying to flip to land on all fours and switching out shapes.

Still, being disoriented from the last attack, he touched down a little too hard for the proper lion shape, his open jaws snapping shut and rattling the teeth in his head, the damaged leg from earlier giving out beneath him and dropping him down on that side.

Trowa scanned the skies, hissing and shaking himself out, looking for his enemy.

Where are you...?