Katrina was confused. What was happening did not make any sense. The demon and Katrina had spent over a year together, trapped in each other's company. Many threats, taunts, and insults had been thrown at him by the strong-minded Katrina. Most of them, however, had been futile. The demon shrugged them off and found them amusing, sometimes bothersome. Occasionally, she did manage to strike a sensitive spot, a weakness in his pride. Even then, his response usually ended with intimidation and lecture, reminding her of his absolute power, his supremacy over her frail existence. Never before had he reacted in such violent manner as he was doing now. He appeared before her, outside of the mirror. It surprised her, but not as how he touched her. How was that even remotely possible? Was it hallucination he played with Katrina's mind? He was not supposed to be able physically manifest his body until he would have all the items he needed.<br/><br/>He lifted her up as if she had no weight at all and slammed her back into the mirror. Katrina's grimaced and she grunted as the broken and sharp pieces of the shattered mirror behind her sunk into her back, cutting her flesh. The injuries were merely flesh wounds, but their pain could not be ignored. Was the pain just a trick on her mind as well? Blood seeped out from a dozen of lacerations in various sizes. The female paladin gagged as she struggled to breathe properly, her throat being constricted in the iron grip of the demon. Her hands, smaller and feminine, instinctively rose up to hold on to his thick arm, futilely trying to make him release her by scratching his skin with her claws and pry his fingers off from her. His digits remained immovable as a mountain. She wondered, was this the end of her? Had the demon finally had enough of her and would snap her neck like a frail twig? No, it would not end her. She had not come this far to be killed, especially by him.<br/><br/>Her eyelids opened, revealing her eyes, and they had changed. Before, her pupils were glowing faintly. Now, her whole eyes flared with a dark orange colored energy from the eruption of her wrath. Small tendrils of lightning crackled from them. "Get your freaking hands off me!" She glared angrily at him and spoke in a commanding tone. The veins of her limb bulged out and the blood within them glowed faintly as if they had been filled with liquid fire. An inexplicable and newborn strength engulfed her from within, spreading quickly throughout every single bit of her body, enhancing, and empowering her. Like a parasite, she drew strength from the demon lord and made it her own. Her grip on his hand holding her was renewed. What was recently impossible became doable, as Katrina managed to slowly pry off his fingers around her neck, and then push his whole hand away.<br/><br/>As soon her feet touched the floor, Katrina leapt at him like a snarling beast. There was enough momentum and strength in her attack to cause even the burly demon to lose his balance and fall backwards. A loud thud was heard as his heavy body hit the wooden floor. Surely the nearby neighboring guests would be wondering what was happening in the room by now.  Katrina was quickly and mercilessly upon him, giving him no time to recover or counter attack. Her claws slashed his arms and chest repeatedly, leaving multiple, long and thin lacerations on his muscular body. His clothes offered no protection whatsoever from the so suddenly bloodthirsty paladin. The soft fabric was torn to shreds, soaked in his blood. Opening her maw widely, revealing sharp teeth, Katrina lunged forward and sunk her teeth into his forearm. The bite was inhumanly and viciously powerful. Her teeth bit through skin and muscles until they were stopped against his solid bone. His demonic, dark blood filled her mouth. The coppery taste was invigorating ambrosia. The intoxicating scent threatened to overwhelm her and lose control of herself. Dark spots appeared on the edges of her vision. Despite the appearance of the once noble paladin having become so feral, her eyes expressed intelligence. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was in control of the power, and not the other way around. In her view, the demon took on the form of everything she hated. His appearance flickered into the appearance of an orc warrior, then a blood elf blood knight, a human death knight, a forsaken rogue, and then finally back to his true form.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">"You want my fury? Then take it! ALL OF IT!"</span>She let out a deep growl from the back of her throat. Her exposed teeth were discolored in red, his blood. She gathered all of her fury, all of her hatred, all of her retribution into her right fist, which manifested itself as searing flames in the shape vaguely resembling a massless, plated and spiked gauntlet enveloping the hand. The flames remained quite small, but quickly grew in strength. The emitted glow was powerful enough to spread a dark orange illumination around the room. The burning gauntlet crackled and hummed because it was barely not able to contain its own energy, which took its toll on the paladin's body that had not yet become fully adapted to the demonic changes and magic.  Small and shouldering pieces of her outer skin of her hand fell off. Blood sizzling from the heat seeped out from cracks in her flesh. Finally, Katrina was ready, and she unleashed her attack by thrusting her punch towards his face. The fires left a blazing trace behind its path, similar to a rapidly descending meteorite piercing through the atmosphere. The strength in her arm was powerful enough to punch straight through the thick skull of an ogre.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>