If Chiêu had been unsure why she had come here, it faded as the clawed creatures attacked.  Even in the uncertain light, she dampened her aura even as her own senses reached out to sense the slightest movements of the attacking creatures. While still in mortal form, she had impossibly fast reflexes that allowed the dual curved blades she wielded to spin, cutting into the tough exterior exoskeleton of the second and third of her foes. Twisting, she leaped in a spinning flip, landing behind the fourth beetle that had tried for her leg. Her left blade came down in a brutal blow that sent sparks flying. As she attacked, she could feel her rage building, the rage that would allow her to transform into demonic form. The rage that would transform her into an overpowered psychotic death dealer, stronger, faster, and more vicious than her current form. Still, she almost missed the first beetle, which had never lost sight of its goal, her face and eyes. Blood flew and she grunted in pain.