[She uses the claws again, this time to snag onto one of the test tubes (not, uh, terribly concerned if there's a person in it or not) and hurl it at the guards, buying herself the time she needs to try and hookshot herself up higher using whatever tubes or cables or whatever are above this lab.
The Angelo's reflexes are too quick to be stopped by some test tubes. They knock the projectiles out of the way with their lances, and home in onto her on gleaming wings.
Their lances shoot at her, powered by rocket thrusters, and pin her to the wall by her clothes.
[She wears a lot of skintight stuff so that's some precision lancing, there. She squeaks in surprise, but after realizing she's essentially unhurt, she moves on to trying to free herself -- flexing her claws into the wall she's pinned to in a bid to crumble it.
(Red, red, and that... probably needed blue again...)]
It probably badly grazed her in a bunch of places, but - at least it's not impalement, right.
Except, that might change soon...
That awful beetle buzzes up close to her, barking new orders. "Her hands, all I need are her hands f-f-for my research!" And obediently, the suits of armour grab her by the wrist and wrench them forward, in a tight metal grip.
Those claws never make it into Agnus's possession.
Because as Kohime discards the last of her calm, her logic, everything that might have kept her balanced in the face of her fear--
The claws on her hand glow, and suddenly dissolve back into light - red, all red, endlessly red, pouring into her body, her heart, burning it up in a wall of flame until it was all she could see and feel and think.
There's a tearing sound as her bones crack and grow, reshaping themselves and the muscle around them. Stronger, heartless, and hungry. She's no longer a person.
She's a demon.
And that means she's no longer confined to the tower.
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Re: LEVEL 3C
that definitely catches her off-guard]
[But rather than follow him, after a moment of alarmed tail lashing, she sweeps the room looking for exits.]
Re: LEVEL 3C
Armour that comes to life when the beetle-man shrieks, "Angelos! Protect me!"
They begin to hover off the ground on armoured wings, readying their lances.
Re: LEVEL 3C
[She uses the claws again, this time to snag onto one of the test tubes (not, uh, terribly concerned if there's a person in it or not) and hurl it at the guards, buying herself the time she needs to try and hookshot herself up higher using whatever tubes or cables or whatever are above this lab.
(Red, red).]
Re: LEVEL 3C
The Angelo's reflexes are too quick to be stopped by some test tubes. They knock the projectiles out of the way with their lances, and home in onto her on gleaming wings.
Their lances shoot at her, powered by rocket thrusters, and pin her to the wall by her clothes.
Re: LEVEL 3C
(Red, red, and that... probably needed blue again...)]
Re: LEVEL 3C
Except, that might change soon...
That awful beetle buzzes up close to her, barking new orders. "Her hands, all I need are her hands f-f-for my research!" And obediently, the suits of armour grab her by the wrist and wrench them forward, in a tight metal grip.
Re: LEVEL 3C
oh.
In more of a blind panic than anything, she wrenches her hands and extends the claws with a shriek.]
––Get off me. . .!
(Blue, red.)
Red = 6, Blue = 0!]
Re: LEVEL 3C
Because as Kohime discards the last of her calm, her logic, everything that might have kept her balanced in the face of her fear--
The claws on her hand glow, and suddenly dissolve back into light - red, all red, endlessly red, pouring into her body, her heart, burning it up in a wall of flame until it was all she could see and feel and think.
There's a tearing sound as her bones crack and grow, reshaping themselves and the muscle around them. Stronger, heartless, and hungry. She's no longer a person.
She's a demon.
And that means she's no longer confined to the tower.
Hunt?