Seras Victoria: 94
To Hit: 20 (Crit!)
Damage: 16 x 2 - 0 = 32 (Hot DAMN)

All of a sudden the pale woman was upon her, figuratively and *almost* literally. With effortless grace she swung to the side and tore into Seras' right arm with those elegant blades, forcing the vampire to drop her weapon to the floor with a CHUNK as her fingers started to spasm.

All things considered, Seras SHOULD have been terrified. But with this woman so close, her presence saturating every one of Victoria's unnatural senses until all she could see... hear... taste...

That was when something awoke within her. A little going-away present from Master.

SHLRK!

For once, the ever nimble hunter would find herself too slow to react. Before she had finished recovering from her assault against her opponent's right arm, the left had shot out to meet her with beastial force; now-taloned fingers drilling deep into her stomach as Seras buried herself up to the wrist in her prey. Then the vampiress took a step forward and inward, forcing the still shocked Maria down onto her knees as Seras loomed over her.

In mere moments the clumsy girl the huntress pitted herself up against seemed to have vanished, now replaced by a monster wearing her skin. Formerly blue eyes glowed a fiery red, pulsing with spirals as they bore down into her very soul with clear hunger...and possibly lust. This was only further punctuated by a sadistic smile far to wide to ever be possible, lined with rows upon rows of jagged shark-like teeth.

"You..." what was Seras huffed out slowly, between labored, beastial pants. "You..."

That mouth filled with knives opened, and a long, snakelike tongue slithered out to slather Maria's upturned face. For a few seconds it continued, until lapping up a trickle of blood seeping out from her pale lips and retracting back with it's prize.

"You... are delicious."

Still smiling as she did so, Seras' hand in Maria's guts quivered... then shot upward, pulling back in the process to rend her from stomach to collarbone! The move was brutish, but calculated; while it *Could* have opened her up entirely the end result was not as immediately fatal, instead a deep fist-sized puncture in the stomach with four deep gashes upwards from that. The end result was that she was not disembowled but merely mauled; her front - and most of that immaculate clothing covering it - torn to ribbons.

"You are... mine." Seras finished, leaving the huntress to quiver in a kneel as she turned her attention to her blood-soaked hand. Eagerly she went to work lapping up the blood, moaning as she did so...