Even in the kerfuffle that was enguing, Maeko felt jealous. Warriors, wolves...and she had an old lady in a bowl.
"You...you should do something too." She said, turning to the old woman who still had a vice grip on her wrist. The woman looked up, face twisting into a smile, and her grip tightened further to the point where it was painful. She raised what looked like a mop and pointed it at Toshimi, throwing her head back and laughing. Something in the back of her mind named what she was going Dia but still she had no idea what it was.
...wait, hers was attacking people? Maeko spun her head toward Toshimi in panic. "Look out!" She said, not noticing as the old woman's grip loosened as she faded away and a pale glow surrounded Toshimi "She's-" She paused as the bites began to close.