And then Darren gets to see the way she's prepping a knife - the saw-like one, the one that can cut through bone. Over the ribcage.
She's going to eat a heart.
"... Okay. Go, I'll - be invisible, follow after."
He finds another scroll for that, and starts getting on making that happen.
Then she gets the entirety of the heart out of the corpse. She looks at it. Savannah takes a deep breath, and then she starts eating.
She's pretty sure this is supposed to taste disgusting. It doesn't. It's delicious.
"... Head rush," she half-laughs, after she's done. "Woo, that's fun."
"Fun?!" Darren hisses, tinge of panic in his voice. "How the hell can you -"
Then she stands, covered in blood, and she shifts.
She ceases to be a she, and ceases to be covered in blood. Her clothes are an exact copy of the - set the fellow was wearing when he died. She pats herself down, stretching a bit to get used to - everything. It's a very thorough shapeshift. Walking's going to be fun. How do men do it? Whatever, she'll adapt.
"I think," she says, sorting through the vague flashes of memory that she's getting from the man (she didn't get everything), "that I can just walk in there and get her out."
"- Okay. Do. I'll back you up."
And then Savannah turns and - oh, that's lovely, she knows how to walk like him, too. In an eerily accurate facsimile, she walks towards the source of the screams, smile and all.
But she's still hollering, so eventually -
there she is, still in fullform, deprived of her medallion, chained to the floor by each paw, looking like she's fallen off a few cliffs in rapid succession - broken wings, bruises and cuts everywhere. It looks like she's been declawed on three of four paws and one of the guys is wiping blood off a - thing. The other one has her hair in his fist and is getting in her face and saying in a low, level voice:
"If there's one of you there's more. If you're such a magic hotshot there's teachers. Where are the other sphinxes?"
"I don't know," she sobs, and he kicks her hard in the ribs with a sick enough thuck noise to suggest that there's metal in his boot.
"The boss is getting impatient," she says, in his voice. "I've got a better idea. Give me some alone time with her? I've got something better."
Bella whines miserably on the floor.
There's a heavy dose of menace to her voice.
Guy Without Instrument kicks the sphinx again and then follows his co-worker out of the section.
"Hey. This is a jailbreak. Do me a favor," says Savannah, in an undertone, "and start pretending to freak out for me, okay? Dare, got anything for the chains?"
He starts trying to see if he has any scrolls for breaking chains, one hand buried in Bella's fur trying to offer some measure of - of comfort.
(Fuck they hurt her so bad, he wants to cry. He wants to burn down the warehouse and then cry.)
Bella inhales sharply when spoken to, eyes going wide, and - freaking out, right, okay, she doesn't have to reach hard for that, she bursts into loud miserable tears.
Nothing?
"... Vana, I think there's something here preventing magic."
Savannah starts investigating the area for key-like things, or, conversely, something that will cut through chains.
Bella sobs, either unable to explain or not willing to break up the audible freakout for it.
She starts unlocking chains.
"It's okay," soothes Darren, softly, because he can't just leave his girlfriend to freak out like this. "We're here, we're getting you out."
I know, Bella mouths silently, and then she produces a credible wail to keep the torturers from wondering what's up.
He smiles, just a little - she can't see it, because he's still invisible. He murmurs, "I love you."
"My vote - kill all but one, keep that one for interrogation, figure out who's in charge of this shit and then make sure this never happens again."