Somewhere in the back of Penny's mind she noted that she didn't recognize the voice at all. Then again, he sounded like he was trying to cover up his real voice; no one spoke in a growl like that for real, did they? Her mind was starting to let go and her struggles were becoming weaker, even as she kept flailing her arms back to try and hit her assailant in the groin. The colors of her flat were starting to run together and grow dimmer and she was fairly certain she saw a shadow slinking around out the corner of her eye. Warm tears started running down her face as she realized she was probably about to die and no one would be able to figure out why. Penelope didn't even know why! In a last-ditch effort that was also partly because she was so weak, she let her legs collapse under her and fell to her knees. It had been a long shot in the first place, another effort to throw him off-balance, but it was all she could do.
Somewhere behind her, there was a low rumble followed by a loud, menacing feline hiss. Bastet wasn't fully-grown yet, but even a half-grown Kneazle was bigger than a regular housecat.