Joan vs. Kitty in their WingEater forms would be EPIC
Fishhook-like claws raked down Joan’s sides, tearing her flesh and ripping out fluff in large clumps. She howled in pain, thrashing, beating her wings frantically as she tried to get the larger WingEater off of her. After a moment, Kitty dislodged from her back, landing gracefully on her feet.
Kitty bared her small, but razor sharp teeth and black mandibles and hissed. In an instant, she was upon Joan again, slashing and biting before Joan could even get a hit in. She dodged every one of the moth’s swings with ease, internally laughing at how pathetic she was.
Then, she extended the venomous barbs in her claws and sank them into Joan’s front forearms.
Joan screeched in pain. The venom pumped rapidly through her veins, more and more flowing into her the longer Kitty kept the barbs inside of her. She shook as hard as she could, fighting to get the WingEater off before throwing herself to the ground and rolling on top of Kitty. For a moment, she had salvation, but then Kitty was on top of her, her bottom pair of forelegs pressed down on her belly, the top pair at her throat. The venomous barbs were out, tracing a line over Joan’s aorta.
Kitty stared down at her with cold black eyes, and Joan could almost hear her voice ringing in her mind.
“Nobody will miss you.”
And so, in a last ditch effort, Joan sprang her jaw open and spat a jet of black acid into Kitty’s face.
The burning was one of the worst things Kitty had ever felt in her entire life. She beat her claws on the festering area desperately, but that only causes it to spread onto her paws. The venom was eating away at her chitin, melting the residue together to make gross blobs. Her chest was burning, too, and it took her a moment to realize she had been sprayed again.
Kitty raked her claws down Joan’s belly, then slammed her wings into her side, sending her rolling in a trail of blue blood, all while she howled nonstop in agony.
Her snout continued to erode. The acid devoured her chitin, even getting into the fleshy part underneath her pelt. One of her nostrils was melted shut, and her left eye seemed to be dropping slightly—or maybe that was just the skin. Her chest was now pockmarked in black scars and her claws on her front forearms were still sizzling away.
To say the least, the outcome wouldn’t be pretty.