Masako stared back into the face of the inconceivable, the alien. She was not dreaming on the contrary she felt alive and awake energy seemingly coursing through her as every nerve ending and synapse was jumping at full throttle. The rational brain that had been buried under something much more primal that was running on instinct wondered why she felt almost happy when for all intents and purposes she should of felt dread and horror not the high of a lifetime. She was looking into the eyes or what she presumed to be the yes of a creature that was more at home with long nights and children telling stories of ghosts and monsters where in the end someone would jump out of the bushes and scare them and then the safe security of reality would embrace them once again. But their was no kid in a costume, no trick at the end of the story the curtain had been pulled away and all it showed was the black expanse of darkness hidden on the borders of our reality, a darkness full of creatures and things watching and waiting. The creature in front of her represented everything that Masako did not know. And yet she felt calm and warm as if some unseen figure had wrapped her in its warm embrace and everything felt truly right. As if everything in her life had been leading up to this moment and everything else would branch out from it. Takahiro's words somewhere in the distance muttled under a seemingly distant ocean but he was right.... she did know what she needed to do.

Raising her hand into the air she curled it into a fist and brought in downwards pointing at the creature in front of her. She felt a flash of energy around her as her whole body burned with a great sensation of power that seemed to have been dragged out of her. Orpheus responded and raised his large lyre high above his hand before bringing it slamming down right at the creature. The creature flicked one of its bladed arms up and the two clashed together with harsh metallic clang and the two rebounded off of one another. The creature let out a long hiss of anger and brought a tendril slamming down blade in hand, Masako jumped backwards going by instinct almost falling backwards upon her back as she did putting her arms up to protect herself as blade hit into the ground where she was once standing. She felt blood dripping down her face and onto the roof below her and brought a hand to her face feeling a cut the had been made by the debris that was cast upwards. "It's strong!" She observed wiping the blood with her sleeve and getting back into a defense stance waiting for the next attack.