<strong>Forever Young</strong><br/><br/>As the last mirror shattered, the colorful whip that she'd been using seemed to fall apart, collapsing into a substance like oozing paint that quickly started to evaporate.  She stepped back, keeping her hands raised but frightened, her hands bloody with what looked to be the flesh and gore of her digested victims.  "What do you want?" she asked fearfully, considering her actions.<br/><br/>((You may choose to drop out of combat if you want, but you're not forced to))