Calypso had to wrestle control back from her own arm, failing seconds after, from killing her attackers. It was such a weird difference, compared to the last few seconds.

And well. It isn’t a real arm anymore.

Calypso lunged forward, and she didn’t even want to do that. But the massive blade that became her arm wanted to, and it was what it wanted, now.

The bleeding creature that started this entire thing, Cassie was being completely defensive. Fluttering back, her black eyes searching despite not having any pupils or iris that indicated such. And if anything, this monster was reckless before, her only strategy up until now was hoping she’d get maimed, because that spelt disaster for her prey once the blood got on them. And now she’s evading.

As her large bone scythe swung wildly, jerking her about, this was completely different from the Grim remerging. At least the skeletal monster that might be still dwelling within her had internal logic, it just wanted to kill her, escape. This? It’s wild—wild energies that isn’t just separate from her own—as if she’s somehow drawing this all in.

It scared her, Calypso. And she quickly sensed that growing fear added more fire to this uncontrollable might.

Especially since the ground was still covered in molten blood, so erratic movement of any kind was a massive hinderance, despite being a possible boon.

She was yanked downwards, her scythe of an “arm” craved up the little soil that was around her as it flew into the boiling air. Leading her to toil in the dirt, as Calypso rolled about on the ground, quickly supporting herself with her currently only arm as soon as she was slammed onto her front, jumping up.

The monster girl couldn’t even stagger backwards, fall on her (literal) boney ass, immediately yanked upwards before fighting against the new, opposite problem of landing on her face.

Calypso dug her claws into her transformed shoulder, groaning due to them sinking in so deeply, just to give some semblance of control. She supposed she literally asked for this, so the monster girl can’t exactly complain…

She proceeded to have such a bright flash of brilliance in her mind, that Calypso wondered that even in her stoney expression, if her face tensing with that realization was completely noticeable.

Given that Cassie’s mangled face quickly changed from quizzical to focused, it was very much so.

Then Calypso didn’t have much time nor choice.

As Cassie flapped forward, Calypso jumped to meet her—if anything, she finally let her new arm off it’s leash. But at least giving it an avenue, that it can speed down on.

It was what Mrs. Moses taught her. Not control. It was never control. But resonance.

While the scythe continued to lunge towards the abomination, at the point of waving itself in this weird anticipation, Calypso let her body lean downward to her right. Knowing that she’ll miss the potential target of Cassie’s smug face, to match the skeletal monster’s old scar.

So Calypso gashed the Vampire SymbiSubsumed’s cheekbone, causing a massive spray of crimson liquid to erupt, adding to the smog that choked the fresh air.

The victory was short lived, in trying to save herself by thrusting her palm towards the ground she was about to hit, Calypso was instantly burnt by the magma blood that coated the place, at least giving her the jolt to bounce herself into the air and land into the open field.

Glancing at her sizzling hand, Calypso took the odd relief that at least slightly cooled molten blood is so much preferrable than the red-hot counterpart.

“Guuuuah—FUCKING DAMN IT!”

Calypso thought she would take pleasure, in hearing the little left of humanity that was in Cassie, that hung like decaying meat from a wire trap. But it was still drowning with guttural inhumanity, the mix of low bat chittering coming from a throat that was irreversibly altered beyond repair.

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But at least Calypso was ready in this instance, the mad monster diving towards her as the blood pouring from her face was but a stream. She didn’t know what she would do, but at least this was a clear and utter improvement from what was just minutes before.

Only for the massive mount, made of dirt, to erupt between the two—causing both Cassie and Calypso to jump. At the very least, Cassie to immediately crash into the pillar of earth while Calypso fell onto her back as the scythe jerked her backwards.

Glancing over, see Gale merged with the ground again, but with all limbs this time as they were intertwined with goop and grime. The girl, who had crimson tears trailing down her determined face, met Calypso’s gaze and nodded.

She didn’t quite know if Gale caught wind of the plan, but Calypso knew she’ll have her full support regardless.

The pillar soon melted, to unveil a chittering mad, busted open face of a monster. Now lacking the needed energy to spear herself into Calypso, the skeletal girl letting her arm jerk her away, getting away from the creature, gaining the much-needed distance.

Giving her the time to see if her plan is working, at least in a brief second.

The imagery of Cassie’s twisted vein of a body will never leave her head and hasn’t even in the fog of battle that felt like lifetimes. So swollen, possibly from blood. Which possibly meant that it’s all stored there.

And sure enough, Calypso saw that putrid sack beginning to shrink. Little by little.

Driving her claws into the shoulder again, now Calypso just had to stick to the plan. Hit and run, just like the Jaw Subsumed. Bleed her out until she’s nothing but a shriveled husk.

But the skeletal monster girl looked towards the skies, scanning. No sign of the bitch fly anywhere. That made her weary, but she couldn’t waste time.

So Calypso continued to guide her raging, bloodthirsty instrument. Cuts, grazes, nicks—each slash she tried to get on Cassie became diminishing with every attempt. The thing was getting smarter, evaded—tried to get her showers over the girl, but thankfully either Gale protected her or the problem arm did.

It didn’t matter, all that did was making the damage accumulate. Anything else was merely a miracle. The fact she was getting away with doing this was the miracle in of itself, Calypso knew very well to keep her expectations low in the face of a grievous and aggressive reality.

Calypso did not stop until Cassie was but cascading red, with a thick mist radiating from her gashed over form. Apparently, the volume of blood she was excreting was so heavy, it was getting harder to flap in place, as she slammed onto the ground on all fours. Panting.

“Ssm…” Cassie gurgled, which made Calypso nearly gag at the implications—even as how she was now. “Smart… Bitch…”

Calypso was on tenterhooks, as she fought against the arrent yanks.

“Too… Bad…”

And before that twinge of hope Calypso had was undercut, Cassie’s body exploding into writhing veins sucked the air out of the preverbal room. Disgusting, raw looking ala her central body, if anything all connected to and from such—now gasping audibly and searching for anything.

As Calypso prepared herself to move away, thinking that she was the grand prize—that damn buzzing put a stop to that as well.

“‘Bout fuckin’ time—" Cassie twitched, her voice croaked out from the mass of veins.

With a landing, that fucking Fly girl landed with an animated shrug, “To be fair, couldn’t really do anything and knew little as you did. It was better for me to—well, I’ll just stop talking and let yo—”

The veins were grotesque vipers, lancing, clamping down on the Consumed’s exposed limbs, cheek and neck—which was very apt. With each sickening pulse of pooling blood, that gnat of a girl visibly grew weaker, which Calypso hoped that lead to a very painful and miserable death.

But it didn’t matter. The wounds sealed within seconds, the central vein became engorged once more. And the gnat was let go as the veins retracted.

Cassie’s broken grin shining on her mangled face once more.

After holding her head, presumably to gather herself, the gnat took off—towards where Gale was stationed.

She couldn’t defend herself—nor Calypso could run over to do it for her. The gnat landed behind her, and reached down to put her in a Full Nelson, using that strength that came with being a Consumed as a trait, no way that this pathetic filth was any form of strong.

But it didn’t matter anyways. The force of the pull caused Gale’s arms and legs that were infused to snap off, and sink within the earth. Leaving her whimpering, pleading without any knowable language being said.

“Sssssh…” that gnat said. “Listen-listen-listen… Maybe—maybe I can…”

Calypso couldn’t hear what was said after. She was too busy being sprayed on, point blank, by Cassie.

The molten blood covered her chest, and pointedly on one of her arms. The only arm that mattered.

The sheer, searing pain that coated her—Calypso didn’t need to be slammed down on top of that. But Cassie is a clear sadist, as she loomed over the girl.

“See…” Cassie hissed out human words. “Now I don’t want to kill you… You’re too… Well, not skilled—you and your girl fucking suck dick but… You’re interesting for a number of reasons. Either way, I’m getting my little crew of Consumed that I can train like dogs. And if a bitch is acting out—all you need to do is show it who’s boss!”

The sounds of rifles hit Calypso faster, then her realization that the Vampire SymbiSubsumed was hit with something—and something actually potent.

“We have arrived to bring forth miracles~!”