Trip, hold him." Virus said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Trip shifted and pressed down harder on Aoba's shoulders. The thrashing youth gave another scream and kicked his feet violently, doing anything he could to escape. He could hardly move, between Trip at his shoulders and Virus straddling his back.
"Welter." Aoba's heart went cold as he heard a low growl and the clicking of claws on the linoleum. A great black lion came into the bedroom. It gave a languid stretch before laying across Aoba's legs with a heavy whump. Virus brought down the sharp blade in his hand and steadily began to slice through his feathers. Aoba sobbed and screamed in pain and terror, hyperventilating as he struggled to regain his breath. He choked on his breath as Virus pet his hair, trembling all over.