<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/NightSpider.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Demonically Enhanced; Night Spider 10 PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kayla Meyer<strong>Identity:</strong>PUBLIC<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>None<strong>Occupation:</strong>Superheroine<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>Liga<br/><br/><hr/>Kayla's eyes narrow at Paragon's rebuke and almost rambling discourse as she swapped from commenting on dead hero's to Whiplash's breasts. She didn't join in the conversation that bounced about, instead settling in her chair and just watching. X's admittance that Silver Centurion had escaped coupled with the blare of klaxons and alerts had her slipping to her feet. Most of her dress faded away in a cloud of mist leaving her clad in shorts and the sleeveless top, her eyes closing and head bowing just before fist sized spikes of rippling black flowed out along her spine. More spikes speared out in lines along her arms and legs before they opened, space twisting around her form as they spikes spread in their blooming. Reality seemed to fracture around her as something Other seeped out from the blossoming spikes to curl around her form cladding her in a pitch black chitin. Around her feet the chitin thickened as it took on a shape similar to combat boots. Clawed hands flexed and twisted even as the mark of a spider sprawled itself along her chest in a bone white.<br/><br/>Hopping up onto the table she leans towards the opening door, blank mask flexing as her eyes open with a deep red briefly outlining them before the exaggerated  markings shifted to a lightly glowing white. Paragon's comment towards Chrome about Angel draws a rumbling hiss from her before she launches herself across the room in a single hop to land before the door following the others.<strong>"It says things about you if you truly think that is a relationship. Many things."</strong>Gone is the chiming of bells when she speaks instead it's a discordant overlap of echoing english and a skittering language that carried its meaning within the twisting symphony of it's harsh words.<br/><br/>When they reached the reporters and the cameras she did not wave or shift to a friendly pose and the mostly featureless chitin helm meant she didn't smile for the cameras. Demonic and spider didn't make for a cuddly concept after all, the spiked and angular carapace coupled with the almost boneless movements that screamed predator in the back of people's heads kept any notion of family friendly out of the PR teams mouth when dealing with her. And she didn't even try for it. Despite the heavy boot look of her feet her steps were silent as she followed along behind the team, small twitches rub her claws together while frequent pauses as she comes to a complete still so as not to overrun her teammates serve to exaggerate the inhuman air she gives off.