She stepped into the zoom in time to see Mr. Target pull away from the thing. Blood speckled his arm where its hand had held him. The panicked corporate flung a gray pelt at his attacker. It crouched in an easy dodge and uncoiled in a leap onto him. The two of them crashed to the floor. After a short struggle, the thing managed to grab Mr. Target’s head with both of its hands, It got to its knees, then stood, forcing the man to rise with it. His fists pummeled it, but it showed no reaction.