Mareth blinked at the sensation, and could only wonder if she was pushing a bit too far. But it didn't matter, yet. If she could pull this off, it'd be interesting.<br/><br/>"That settles that..." Mareth murmured to herself, and focused her attention on the other Mareth as she was stabbed. For a moment the other Mareth gasped, her eyes going wide as blood began to seep from around the blade...and then she cried out in agony as the altar flared with black energy that mirrored the blade.<br/><br/>The blade began to slowly meld with the 'slain' elf, as the black energy stained into her, the holy symbols through the room glowing with black fire. Her body slowly changed, shifting into a mirror of Mareth's natural form, the blade sinking into her chest and the manacles breaking free of the chains on the altar. She slowly sat up, the black energy forming into gleaming black leather across her body as she looked up at Melany, and a thin smile formed on her face as she asked. "Is this what you wanted, Melany? To kill me and turn me into...<em>this?</em>"