Mortis turned around when she heard Moon's squeals, and utter shock set in. She quit messing with her book and snapped, running past the others, in fact almost barreling over them both enraged and scared for Moon. Without thinking, she jammed her book into her bag and jumped onto the thing's back, using her smaller size to her advantage to climb the thing's back. She grabbed onto its horns and bounced her feet on its head kicking as hard as she could. "Let go, you big jackass!" she yelled. "You've got to have a weak point somewhere!" She looked around trying to find her ogre, hoping it would come to help her. Her chest hurt when she realized just how stupid her move had been and remembered how fast Constance had been tossed off, fear beginning to fester in her mind. Oh well, I did want to die anyway, may as well go out in style... God, why did I do this again? she thought, not relenting with her kicks to the thing's skull. If it tried to toss her off, she had reinforced her grip with her tail on another horn. "Max, or someone, go for it's throat!" She hoped that her ogre hadn't gone anywhere and that it would respond to her request in time... She also hoped the thing would drop Moon as well and that she wouldn't die. "It's got to be vulnerable there..." she shouted between the behemoth's movements, "Everything is vulnerable at the throat!"