Jennah: *isn’t particularly interested in paying close attention to how Hojo is mutating at the moment. Instead, she’s more interested in snuffing out his life so that he wouldn’t pose a threat to her sons ever again* Enough of this nonsense. *hisses in annoyances as he flails her with the tentacles, but unless he strikes her tender wing-membranes, he might receive more damage than he inflicts on her due to the rough and armored texture of her scales.

Meanwhile, Jenna tightens her grip on Hojo’s neck, attempting to either tear it wide open or snap his spine. Her scowl deepens as she feels the shifting texture of his skin* You are putrid, you know that?