Thea woke shortly after, the shouting more than enough to wake up the young Arabian leopard, who was quick to try and get to her feet, confusion flitting across her features as pale blue eyes took in her surroundings, and took note of the ringing in her ears, while there, was very faint, before turning to Caesar, with a smile on her face.

Because if you smiled, it would be alright.

"That was a bit unfair, don't you think?" She mewed, referring to the capture. She had never heard of or experienced a capture and torture, only knew fights, fights that usually ended in forfeits, or death. Still, her grin grew wider as she spoke again. "I'm gonna make you a promise, mister. I'm gonna kill you, and everybody here."

In the Ascendents, she had never encountered those who were bloodthirsty, and battle-hungry, so this side of her rarely surfaced, yet here, it would probably thrive. It had been waiting, underneath her cheerfulness and kindness, to show it's true colors.

And yet the weakness she had was such a fragile mindset. If she was beaten, utterly humilated in battle, she couldn't cope. Anything that registered as a fight in her mind had to be won.

But the doubts in her mind about being able to win with her weakened had no place in her mind.

Of course, in Thea's mind, this didn't register as a torture, this registered as a fight, and as claws met her face, opening up a few of her previous wounds, she aimed to slam a paw into his chest, hoping to knock the wind out of him.

She tilted her head, ignoring the stinging pain in her face, and the blood that had gotten into her mouth, still smiling. "Is this a fight? You'd have to do better, mister!"
//feel free to use any powers on her and really rushed as I'm eating

Tail lashing, she was quick to pull back her paw, which was now lacking the fur around it, skin turning bright red. Thea gave a low hiss, and she aimed to slam her injured paw into Caesar's jaw, hoping that her attack would surprise him, before backing away, careful to not let her paw touch the ground much as her fur fluffed out, her smile still there, just growing smaller as she realized how strong this cat was.

She tended to respect those stronger than her at least within the Ascendents, but here? They were her enemy, and she had no respect for those who were against her.

Well, this was a bit of a predicament, wasn't it? Thea wasn't really keen on using her injured paw to attack, or put weight on it in order to use her good one. Neither option would end well, she didn't want to damage her injured one any more than she had, and she wasn't sure if her injured one could hold her weight.

As Caesar collided with her, she'd aim to rake her back paws against his side, whether they were still on fire or not, hoping to cause enough damage to get him to back off for a few moments.

This probably wasn't a fight she could win, and it was beginning to register in Thea's mind, especially as she took note of Rinto, who seemed unsure, but would probably happily jump in if Caesar was in trouble. This angered her, something she rarely felt, and with that, whether Caesar's pelt was still on fire or not, with no regard for tactics, or that fact all of her paws would be unusable after this if there was fire, rendering them almost useless, she attempted to slash at his chest with her remaining good paw. "Little fucker." She muttered, something she had picked up from Suiteheart, and her tendency to swear.