Arokleth didn't budge as the sword impaled her body, spraying black blood all over the ground. "You are quite a slow learner." the girl rasped, blood leaking from her mouth with each word. "You watched me cut open my own throat a minute ago, with no ill effects to speak of. Did you think a scratch like this would work?" as she spoke, her form began to change. She retained her human shape, but it was different. Her body and clothes took on a nebulous consistency, resembling both a liquid and a vapor, but not behaving like either one. A multitude of disembodied, piercing red eyes opened randomly across it's shadowy form. Monstrous things formed and unformed from Arokleth's new body, reaching out as if attempting to escape before being dragged back into the formless substance they had come from. Dark tendrils lashed out and erased the circles of runes around her, banishing the living color back to whatever plane it had been taken from. "Come then, perhaps you should demonstrate why I shouldn't look down on you." Arokleth spoke, her voice hideously distorted and almost painful to listen to, but still recognizable.