Balance of Souls: Ruination

Part 1
45th Eastern Rukongai, Kanekane

Pulling. Pulling. Pulling. A series of tape-like blades emerged from Carmen's wounds, scabbed over with an alien amalgamation of flesh and metal. They had lunged at the man she had stolen such a power from: Máo Yǒng. But the prompt release of his Jiūkǔndao turned that into a trap. Her power was his and so they fused to him as he transformed. Slowly they gravitated towards him and she was pulled with it.

Until it stopped, abruptly. A series of clangs rung out amidst the sloshing of liquid, the blades that appeared from Carmen's body dropped to the floor, scraping their way across the cold, hard stone as they dragged themselves towards their master. The Quincy woman stood still, lurched forward, her wounds bleeding furiously. She stood in a pool of her own blood, the liquid surrounding her was a deep red, tinged with blue. Her veins wrought of Blut Vene, keeping her from bleeding out in the process.

Her expression was a stark contrast from her condition. A look of lust and hunger, like a predator about to pounce on their prey. Her wounds closed only to burst open once again with a new incarnation of the thin blades that she had been copying. These ones made of bone. They were stronger and gave off a residual hint of Yǒng's Reiatsu but otherwise related far more closely to Carmen's.

"I never expected you to have such modern tastes...", she spoke with a lascivious tone.