With a twitch of her wrist, a concealed blade along her right forearm slung around, snapping securely into place, the tip coming to about 4 inches past her balled fist. With it's concealing cloth now gone, the gauntlet that housed it seemed lightly armored, and oddly archaic. It was well maintained, and polished regularly, but the design seemed out-dated. As one of the Mephistos rushed her, she raised her left arm, catching it's claws and yanking it back. True the shadow's protected them, but they were solid enough. Her left hand quickly reversed slamming into the shadow with a loud crack, akin to that of a shot-gun blast. More black cloth shredded to the ground as her left arm became revealed. This gauntlet was more armored, its intent clearly being the defending arm of the other. Strapped to the back of her hand was a contraption, obviously Jerry rigged, but it had been the source of the shotgun blast.<br/><br/>The shadow was blown away and with a flourish the Mephisto was sliced clean in two. Her right hand reflexively reloaded her left, wiggling her fingers over the tingle still in her arm. "The rumors were true... you people attract all kinds of attention..." she growled. "I mean what did you guys do? Leave a flaming bag of dog-shit on their doorstep?" It needed to be noted though, Serene COULD fight, but that didn't mean she could take out numbers quite like this... unless...