If It Looks Like A Monster, Walks Like A Monster... [Catherine, Santa]

Boy she was glad she got herself off the ground in such a damn hurry with a sight that'd make her agree on something with that old man for once - whatever was happening below her looked flat out demonic. If she wasn't so pissed at this one she'd cut the fire and ask how the hell that worked, it was genuinely something she hadn't come across yet, at least not at this projected volume. Again, her shield would be placed in the path of the stray bullets, pounding painfully against the shield as she was still feeling her arm popping and fixing in it's place; just had to weather through the pain on this.

Here she came, though she wouldn't have had the leverage of mother terra to stop herself from flying, the force of that strike pulling her out of her place in the sky, sending her falling down foot first, heart pounding as she'd take a deep inhale and focused the air on her feet to execute a trampoline-like effect that would take her a mere inch from being grasped by the fleshy appendages, back into a safe zone of about five feet off the ground, readying herself for another heavy strike or even to move away from this growing problem.

Turning her head to the sound of her opponent's voice, she'd narrow her eyes, scoffing, "What do you know? You weren't an animal too long ago. Should get your eyes and ears checked if that's what you think. Animals don't talk, don't reason, don't make. Last I checked, I did all three."