Angel lurked the shadows undetected. She had let her demon blood take over, and not even a shodow dancer as experienced as Vrael could sense her now. Her form had changed. She was now a black fox the size of an avreage lion with long, quil-like fur nine whip-like tails, 3 inch long claws, 2 inch long fangs, lagre fallen angel wings, and long ears bent like devil horns. She looked from Varel, who lurked a few yards away, to the titan. She decided she enjoyed scaring the mixed blood more. The titan was an easy prey now that her competition had weakened it. Then again, unlike her other personalities, she didn't like playing nice...or fair. She'd kill if she pleased, not that anyone would stop her.
She pounced. With speed double of what Varel used she soared up to the titans throat where she clawed at the beast's juggler vein before sliding down it's back ripping at the exposed spinal cord. Near the bottom she dived into the wound and clawed her way through to the other side, ripping the beast's entrails as she went. She landed and shook the creatures blood from her coat, lunching a few loose quils, which landed a few feet away and melted the ground it touched.
Oh, how she loved the smell and feel of blood. Perhaps the boy's would smell better. She dissolved into the darkness once more, laughing insanely.
"No matter where you run, or where you hide,
I will find where you reside
Through your tears and fear and strife,
I will come and take your life" Angel called playfully as she circled her opponent. This was going to be fun.
(You caught me in a bad mood, what can I say? Oh, and I never said I killed the Titan.)