Feathers flying all over the place, Granny comes down on Teddy's back and lets out another frustrated screech when her talons barely get purchase of the tough scales rather than sinking into the soft, rippable flesh like she expected.
"Clever shapeshifter," she squawks, her voice raspy and high pitched now as desperately drags her claws over his head and shoulders, trying to find a weakness in his armouring while she clings with her feet before he manages to get out the door. "Give Granny a bite!"