The thunderous roar rattling your bones dispels any doubt about the nature and intention of your assailant. And evolutionary instincts, honed by the millennia spent on the savannah, confirm that you are her prey. Not that you needed it as you raise your closed fists, lacking any actual weapon to use.
In the moments it took for the humanoid panther to leap into the crater and descend on you, you muttered a curse: You promised to haunt the Archmages if you were raised as a banshee or zombie after you died.
The anger at the (no doubt) wizened crones and curmudgeons bleeds out any fear you previously had, making it surprisingly easy to throw the first punch.
You heard the sound of bones breaking as your strike connects with her body. The feeling of your arm and hand muscles contracting to store and then release the potential energy gave you an adrenaline-fueled rush that was separate from the danger you were in. Remnants of the energy pooled in your twitching crotch before radiating out in waves as a wet warmth.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, allowing you the opportunity to inspect your opponent. Immediately noticeable was the pair of tentacles lined with cilia attached to her back. They were weaving around furiously in slow-motion, attempting to strike you. Taken together with the extra pair of arms attached to her expanded torso and decades of geekiness, you realized she was a Displacer Beast. As the name suggested, they could shift their perceived physical location by using magic to refract light. At first, she had her fangs bared, and the monster woman's slitted and glowing green eyes had hungrily bored into yours. But as she felt your attack connect, the expression on her feline muzzle had shifted into something you vaguely recognized as surprise. As time returned to normal, you pressed all the strength you could muster to throw her back.
She sailed through the air like a rag-doll. The sight brought a cocky smile to your lips; maybe you could survive in this world after all.
Though your celebration proved to be premature as she gracefully twisted her body to land and ready to pounce. Her clawed feet and paws left deep gashes in the ground as she used them to halt her backward momentum. Then she rose to her full height. She had a body like yours, perhaps a little taller. But the way her muscles rippled and flexed as she shifted her stance was altogether different. There was something primal about it, and the reasserted confidence made you shiver. You didn't have the time to fully untangle the underlying feelings before dark-furred woman spoke...