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As the man rushed her seemingly splitting in two, the woman stood erect and brought up her right arm as if to block the airborn attack while her left was displayed in front of her. She seemed to be intending to block with her forearms. Just as the mans blade would near, however, scythe like blades would erupt from her forearms in time to block the attacks. They were not metal, however, but looked to be made from her own bone. They would be much stronger than any bone should be, dense enough to likely send a shock through the man's sword when it struck.

"Hmpf." As the sword was put away, the woman kneeled down so as to make a smaller target of herself. At the same time a second, smaller blade would erupt from each of her forearms as she began moving her arms in front of her with incredible speed, causing the bullets to ricochete away from herself. She felt the raw force of each shot, however, and decided it wouldnt be in her best interest to allow the man to keep shooting.

So rolling to her left quickly, she braced herself against the ground then kicked upwards into the air, right arm poised to strike at the man's hands. The primary blade on her forearm was almost four feet long and the secondary about two and a half. Both were sharper than most metalic blades.

As she was parried she cackled in enjoyment and rode his attempt to kick her. She ended up higher in the air that she had originaly aimed for and upon reaching the pinacle of her ascension, she sent herself into an incredibly fast spin, the blades on both her arms acting somewhat like a blender. As she spun, air began to be pulled towards her as she rapidly descended towards the man and his instrument-like weapon. As lightening snaked around the area, she was able to control her fall, darting in and out of the bolts, missing most by mere inches. Odds were that she was feeling quite toasty from the near misses. Downwards she continued however, gaining speed as she fell directly at him.

As the blade swung towards her, she slowed in her spin and was able to use her twisting momentum to place her hand on the flat of the blade and push herself around it, starting out above it and ending below it, while still coming towards him, her spinning changing in direction as a result of her right hand pushing against the flat of the guitars blade. Her left arm would then make a horizontal slash at his mid section. "I hope your insides taste good. I'm hungry."

At the same time she was headbutted, she retracted the blades on her left arm only to have more bone shoot out at a sharp angle from her elbow to try and stab into his gut, missing bone entirely. As he would try to knee her however, she would catch his leg with the primary blade of her right arm, likely to have his knee be stopped by his own bones not getting cut through. The secondary blade would retract just as the primary one began to rapidly grow spine-like bones that would dig into his leg were he to not pull away. Her nose was bleeding from the impact, but she only looked at him and grinned.

As her left right hand was grabbed it would seem as if all the bones in that area turned themselves into spikes that shot out of the top of her hand with little barbs to make sure his hand wouldnt try to get away. She then took the kick to the head gracefully, allowing herself to be forcefully moved from her current position. Unfortunately for him, the bone spear in his chest also had grown barbs to stay in place just like the bones from her right hand. His kicking her would either tear all her bodily weapons from him in a gruesome manner or pull him with her.

Looking confused at the time differential, the woman then began to show signs of ecstacy as she was assaulted by the blades and bullets at such a high rate of speed due to the time warping. For appearances sake it would seem like she was cut to a bloody mess, yet, whenever it was that this man would allow his pathetic hold on time to fade away, she would be screaming not in pain, but in sheer pleasure.

As soon as time was returned to normal, the womans form flew several feet away from the person and hit the ground motionless, bleeding profusely. For a moment there wasnt a single sound uttered from the seemingly lifeless mangled body. Everything was silent until, slowly a sound arose from the mass of bloody flesh. Moaning. Each moan filled with the sound of pleasure a person would expect to her a woman making during an orgasm. "Oh you are certainly a fun one. I havent had that much of a good time in so long."

Cracking sounds came from her body then. Bones shifting, flesh tearing, muscles snapping. Her body was pulling itself back together only to reassemble itself into a form very unlike the humanoid body she once possessed. "Now it's your turn to have some fun, boy!" Slowly, the woman stood, but no longer was a woman. Instead she stood on four legs as a large cat-like being, blades protruding from the reversed knees on all four of her legs. Protuding at an angle, however, so as not to stab herself while moving. In and out of her body those blades shifted several times before remaining out, ready to be used. The claws on each toe were all in full display and large enough to rend limbs from full grown men, such as the one before her. At the shoulder, she would be tall enough to stand almost as high as the man's chest. Her head would be almost level with his. The eyes which held no pupil were still that cold, ice blue.

Then, with only the most vague shifting of muscle to show a coming movement, the beast that had replaced the small woman lunged forward with greater speed than the woman had possessed before. That same foul wind that stunk of death and rotting flesh kicked up again as she headed for the man.