"And you think that gives you an advantage?" Arokleth asked, an amused grin on her face. "You take me far too lightly, but perhaps you're right. Maybe a mystical approach would be better." she decided, her tentacles regenerating. They lashed out once more, not towards Ryu, but at the ground around Arokleth, carving a circle of indecpiherable runes around her. Her eerie smile widening, Arokleth transformed her left index finger into a jagged black blade which she promptly raked across her own throat, splattering blood onto the unknown runes she had etched into the ground.<br/><br/>The runes seemed to absorb Arokleth's blood, and then the entire circle began to glow brightly. The air above Arokleth's head rippled, bent, and then simply divided as some...<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>forced itself through the dimensional rift. It looked like a living aurora, but it's color didn't match anything in the known universe. A tendril of light extended from the thing and brushed the grass nearby. Every blade of grass it brushed against became gray, turned brittle, and crumbled to dust. "Let's see how you handle my little friend here, demon." Arokleth said softly, smiling in a very unsettling manner and missing the gash across her throat that had been there a minute ago. Without any verbal command, the impossible color rushed forward, extending more tendrils from it's form that drained the life of everything they touched.