[i]Stepping back and staring at her severed hand, "Irina" gripped the other blade tightly, as blood did not drip from the stump of her hand, but a bright red liquid.[/i] [i]Tendrils of blood wrapped around the stump, before a new hand was made from pure blood. The liquid solidified, as she flexed the new hand. Nodding after a bit, Irina casually drew the loaded .45/70 revolver her now blood hand, and thus lunged at JT once more. [/i]