It’s over quickly. She slams him back bodily against the stairwell wall, jams
her left forearm across his throat. At a precise movement of her right fist, a 
supple black spike snaps out of the mount on her right forearm. The prey 
realizes what’s coming and floods the air with the stink of excrement. Tikki
bares her teeth, suppresses a growl, and drives the spike into the juncture of 
throat and jaw, right up into the brain.