[spoiler]Out of character, of course. Read at your own risk, might sicken you slightly. You've been warned![/spoiler] Luana stepped forward to Flapyap, drawing her sword. It shone with pure, raw and unfettered energy, running from the polished silver hilt and to the sword's iron core. It burned with a rising gray smoke, inflicting terror into the civilians around her. She grew exponentially, to proportions unnatural, a shadow that had its eyes burn with a fire of deep red. Pure primordial fear was cast into the hearts of all surrounding in the Dojo courtyard, who scrambled with futile effort to escape. The long, harrowed, bony and bloodied fingers of a demonically changed Luana snapped and they died of hemorrhage. The civilians thrashed violently on the floor, spasming as they stilled in a violent death. And she stood before Flapyap, the defenseless grunt, laughing when he saw glimmers of horror and desperation in the eyes of him. She approached, things pushing from her back, blood spurting from her in geysers as bones protruded from leathery skin to form a pair of skeletal wings. Her hands clasped around his neck, burning it under her smelyering suit of brandished onxy armor, readying the sword. She plunged it into his stomach, twisting it while inside with a sickening sound of rending flesh. Though, watching his throat sizzle under her palm and gut penetrated gruesomely by steel was not enough for her. A huge burst of energy unleashed within the Vorpal Blade and coursed through his body. His organs fried, dying instantly, but gore began to push out through every orifice he had, and his entire being swelled, exploding in a shower of messy sanguine, bone fragment and thick brain matter. The raining composition of the Grunt's anatomy delighted Luana, who smiled sickly, baring withered and rotting teeth. With her insatiable thirst for death sated, she sheathed the bloodied sword in an elegant arc and propelled into the sky, wings beating violently and reflecting in the moonlight.