The task at hand...

[Hanna]

Tansa was flying at a somewhat slow pace, though still quick enough to stay ahead. She watched Natsumi over her shoulder as she turned down random halls, not paying attention to direction. Besides, letala didn't have a great sense of smell to go by. It wasn't long before she reached a dead end, a new weaponry room full of weapons, torture devices, and battle items like a small catapult.

[Kayla]

She examined the room, skidding to a halt. "Hmmm... figures."

She didn't take her eyes of Tansa. "Stupid useless bird!"

[Hanna]

"Stupid human." Tansa perched on a vine near the high ceiling, again, watching from above.

[Kayla]

She lifted her head and spat at her again. "Human... like I haven't been called worse when I killed my own parents?"

[Hanna]

"Hah, you should've seen your face the first time I called you that," she chirped, amused.

[Kayla]

Her face turned hard and she looked up. While she had control it didn't matter. Now she intended torture. She stabbed up, jumping and hoping to land a blow. "Payback!"

[Hanna]

Startled by the sudden movement, Tansa leaped out of the way, but her wing feathers tangled in the vines hanging from the ceiling and she ended up bringing them down with her as she fell to the floor. Luckily, weighing almost nothing as a letala, she wasn't injured in the fall. Getting back on her feet, she changed to a cat and knocked over a nearby shelf.

[Kayla]

Natsumi dodged, knocking away what she couldn't. Luckily her lithe and swift movements were enough to keep any of the weapons knocked over onto her from harming her. She smiled slightly, the tiniest little play on the very edges of her lips. She had found something while she was inside Tansa's mind. It was the thing that controlled pain and pleasure. Not that the happiness part was so big... Tansa was evil after all. But the pain section was torture. First, however she had to do what she had wanted to since she found it. A tiny little part was inside of Tansa's mind. It allowed the shifter to shift. A prod and it would be over. A little poke with a few cells put on 'sleep mode' and Tansa's advantage would be gone. Three. Two. One.

[Hanna]

Tansa hadn't yet noticed her shifting ability was gone. Of all the weapons now on the floor she picked up a morning star in her fangs and, knowing she couldn't use it correctly, tried simply throwing it at Natsumi.

[Kayla]

Sumi ducked and rolled. "Come fight like a person from Amaru, human!" She held her sword tight now, ready.

[Hanna]

Tansa ignored the human comment as it didn't bother her at all, really. "Do you really want to die so soon?" She knocked down another shelf and was surprised to find that all the weapons in this room looked completely new.

[Kayla]

"Do you want to live?" she contradicted. She dodged, ready to fight. "Face it, whimp. I'm better."

[Hanna]

"You'll never figure out a way to defeat me. I'm a Shifter, part of the superior race of Amaru." Another weapon was thrown, this time a sword. Ya know, it's probably smarter to take Saikana or Toraled form and use the weapons correctly, but this is just too fun!

[Kayla]

Natsumi knocked the sword away with a swift parry blow, the sound of the metal blade hitting the stone floor rang through the air. "Watch and learn. You're not superior. I am."

She suddenly hit into Tansa's mind so hard, it sent a minor shock wave through her own. She slammed into the pain receptor, instead of destroying cells she tweaked them. She first made it dull enough... like a sprained ankle... but once she started it flared up red-hot. It was like a flaming poker stick being shoved through the shifter's head. She knew. She felt some of the pain too, but just minor radiations of it. She wasn't hurting. She was laughing in her own thoughts.

[Hanna]

Tansa yowled, shaking her head. She tried to shift but could only get halfway through a transformation and instantly changed back, not wanting to get stuck that way. Despite the pain she was in, she leaped on Natsumi, throwing her to the ground and pinning her arms down to prevent use of the sword.