Kirsten noted how her minions were almost constantly dispatched by forces unseen, seconds later claws tore to her left, shortly after toward her right. Any other would've been stricken with fear, but Kirsten wasn't any other. She had half anticipated that Naomi had some kind of magical power, but more and more did it start to seem like she actually had something within herself that possessed this power. Smirking, Kirsten stood back up, eyeing Naomi ''Do you know what happened to the last person who underestimated me?'' before she could finish her sentence, a surge of pain shot through her chest, looking down, she noted a gaping hole in her chest.
Once more, where one expected her to fall she didn't even flinch simply looking back up to Naomi ''I drank his blood until he was but an empty husk, then I resurrected him just to kill him again, and again, and again..'' while she spoke black tendrils surged from within her, re knitting flesh at an unimaginable pace, within seconds, it was as if nothing had even happened, even the tattoo's were unchanged. Kirsten's eyes visually twitched as the pain and adrenaline from before worked its magic, giving way to a much more relentless version of herself, one created after years of torture. Her clothes in the meantime began reforming as well, the magical fabric specially created so that regenerating wouldn't leave Kirsten in the nude.
''You are in my realm now, at night; you're mine.'' her head curved toward the side as bones elongated from her shoulder, piercing her skin and forming two large pincer like constructs from her shoulder, the bones themselves glew an eery green, indicating just how infected with necrotic energies it was. Underneath her arms two large bones also emerged, their length slightly further then that of her arms, contrary to what one might expect, they twitched and moved, almost as if they had become additional limbs coated in necrotic energies.
Finally, as a final touch Kirsten inhaled deeply, before exhaling, emerging from her mouth was now a thick green fog, its essence ripe with necrotic energies, it wouldn't take a genius to know that inhaling it was extremely bad for ones health. But that's not what it served for, it served to hide Kirsten's presence, for its magical aura was thick and only Kirsten knew the tell tale sign of something that didn't belong in it. ''For eternity.. You. Are. MINE!'' she roared before dashing toward the side, attempting to elude Naomi's senses, within seconds her onslaught began, the two huge pincer like bones striking from above, attempting to impale Naomi by her shoulders, while the two others underneath Kirsten's arms went for her hips and finally, Sōru sakenomi was poised to impale the woman's back.
