[i]As the slight smoke in the air faded into nothingness, Irina's face was revealed while it was contorted into a look of disturbance, but also of slight pity. She lowered the pistol slowly, but not before reloading it with a secondary silver ball, just in case.[/i] [i]The Vileblood woman then reached for the decorated brass sheath at her side, retrieving a long, sharpened steel and brass katana from it's metallic interior. The weapon was elegant and beautiful, crafted with skill only before seen in the forbidden country of Cainhurst. While the guard and handle were brass, a serrated knife protruded from the end of the weapon's hilt, although it looked as if it was separable. The weapon was a Rakuyo; the weapon of choice for a famed huntress long ago.[/i] [i]With the reveal of the weapon, Irina grasped it's handle with her right hand as her grip tightened on her Evelyn's grip, before she began to slowly approach what was once Lothran. She felt terrible for the man..but only one thing could be done for him at this point. A quick, painless death was what he deserved.[/i]

[u]As she nears, the corpse does not stir. Now in closer vicinity, Irina can see the body clearer and in more detail. The mask has become a hardened organic surface, fused with the twisted and deformed body of the poor man. The mouth of the mask hangs slightly open, revealing rows of serrated teeth running along the ridge of a bird-like beak. The eyelids are shut firmly, pitch-black feathers covering the mutation's whole body from head to toe. The arms of the man have lengthened to about five feet of lanky muscle sinew covered in tight skin and feathers. At the end of each arm are what appear to be three long blades of chitin that appear to have the density of steel. The feathers that cover the whole body are quite terrifying to look at, as they looked hardened in their blackened state. Wherever they emerge from the skin blood can be seen dripping in small amounts, as they had been forced in only a few moments before. Once Irina's about five feet away from the motionless corpse, the eyes suddenly snap open. Completely covered over with a milky white substance, the beast's head snaps towards Irina's position. Spinning in a wide circle, the beast swings it's arms towards Irina as it stands up to a height of about fourteen feet tall. Screaming a screech that tears into the ears of anybody unfortunate enough to pass by, the monster lunges towards Irina in an attempt to impale her. All sense of revenge has left the once man now beast, only the sense of bloodlust powering his feverish movements of aggression.[/u]