[ME] [SE] aim for the head

Two heads were better than one, as the saying went, but Dantalion's bombing run forced the she-demon to duck with a snarl of annoyance. The skull shattered magnificently at her feet but she wasn't given time to appreciate the artistic spray of destruction because there was a lial and a tiger coming right towards the fort she had commandeered.

Zef might have been reckless but she wasn't usually stupid. She crouched, fingers flexing with a predatory welcome as she grinned at the charging duo, and flung a rock at Edmund's fuzzy head. "You want your li'l fort back, kitten? Come an' take it."

Waiting until the last second, she managed one more missile before she jumped to avoid Ophelia's assault on the fort. Not sideways but up, growing black feathers once more as she did and circling up to join Dantalion above the fray, cawing her laughter as the kitten's own fort took the brunt of his temper.