As they move through the narrow halls, Amaru stops her tracks to look out a window nearby. She uses her vision to check a window from the outside faraway. What she saw was The Wraith battling with the pirates and dead set on capturing its power even though they were getting slaughtered.
Time fractured. Sound folded inward. Muzzle flashes froze midair, bright and trembling. Gunpowder clawed at the Wraith's senses; heat pressed close against its skin.
The scythe-limbs blazed violet, light bleeding through cracks in the metal until the air warped. Then the world lurched back into motion. Bullets screamed toward it—then softened, sagged, and fell apart in molten trails. Each swing tore the air in half, scattering sparks like a forge hammer striking iron.
The pirates' fear hit like a scent—acidic, metallic. One tried to shout, "Oh shi—" but his voice ended in static as his body folded apart, blood fanning across the deck.
The world was an electric pulse. To the Wraith, everything beat in rhythm. Sound, light, flesh. It slipped between heartbeats, warping through space like a spinning top gone wild, striking from shadow to shadow, pirate to pirate.
"Cap'n! Hel—" The scream broke. A head hit the floor with a hollow crack. The pulses flickered out one by one until silence hummed like a living thing.
The captain's eyes narrowed and as she saw the dock painted red. Blood drips and flows down the dock, guts paste as wall decor, while the smell of gunpowders, burn victims that resemble cooked pork and bloodlust.
"Well damn, this is problem." From her pocket she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She took a long drag of earthy and bitterness, but the smooth transportation of her lung and the release of her nose, felt wind and stress dissolving. A thick cloud smoke of heat and tobacco fill the chamber.
She simply walked away, head turned at her walking of confusion, once she was out the door slow shut then a rush of wind came of heat and burning arrived. When the door fully shut, banging, slicing and cries were muffled from the steel door. "…pathetic." She took one last drag of her cigarette and tossed it at the door. Her footsteps mix the hallows of death and pain until it was her footsteps slowly fading away.
But as the carnage continued far away with The Wraith. Now with Amaru, with her vision like 4k camera capturing you something very naughty. Her lips curled upwards with expression of mischief, start to walk back with the other.
Once she caught up, both of them were there but they were scratching their temple. "Amaru? Where were you?" Tyson asked while Nyxa nodded.
"Well, I saw a cool ass rave. I dub it The bloody blade rave. Light flashing, blood spraying and screaming while a person is too cool to show any emotion. Sounds like a cool movie intro idea for a vampire film." Amaru said while give sly smiles while they roll her eyes.
"Interesting side quest Amaru however we need to get a ship to the Super Spacecraft carrier where our peers are imprisoned with a Warlord judge. However I need you—" he inhales and exhale from chest what is he going about to say to her "To be yourself without The Q.R.W."
Goosebumps flare her body and shock of electricity explodes body, feeling the heat and humidity from mouth. "No more foreplay~ just raw excitement~" her tone husky and playfully violent with a hint of honey.
Tyson wrap his hands around Amaru head
Click!
He slowly removed it and stranded Silva pulled from tongue and the rod. She gulp and close her eyes. It felt heavy but light, a cool and energetic breeze flow through her bloodstream, nerves fired rapidly like a high and her muscles tightened and try to expand.
"Oh sweet pleasure, mama feels so turn on~"
Tyson immediately pulled Nyxa from Amaru as she spoke. Then it happened as she tried to do against The Wraith. Transform.
Wet and ripping sound echo the hall, "ehehe…haha. HHAHAH!" It burned her and tormented her body yet she "OH HELL YES~!" Love it. Two eyes appear on her cheek and her forehead, the cheek eyes were human-like but black out like Nyxa but her forehead eyes were spider-like. Unblinking gloss shiny while her main eyes black and her vertical slits pupils were white with a hint of glow to them. Her hair flair more untame and primal, nails elongative and sharper, her talons finally popped out from her fingertips like pimples burst out and her canine were thicker and larger as spider fangs.
"She is now feral, Nyxa. Her form is one reason we keep her. A weapon of KPH, Amaru The Spider Horror."