Morizumi didn't need long to spot the cause of all the commotion, but to her great surprise she was wrong about her earlier guess. Very, very wrong. She recognized the mask of the nightmarish ghoul shouting at her. Though she didn't remember what rank he came with, the scenery at hand suggested A if not higher. 

"[i]A rank. By no means to be taken on alone. Only engage in pairs, always wait for backup.[/i]" A voice resounding from her subconscious reminded her of the rules she herself enforced wherever she went. Without knowing if this guy was S rank or worse, it was virtually suicide for a rank 2 investigator. But she was no longer a rank 2 investigator. Right off the bat she didn't like how well-informed this ghoul was, but more importantly, he seemed to know the Clown. 

"[color=8888BB][i]You know a lot.[/i][/color]" , she replied calmly, walking towards the ghoul who just ravaged half a truckload of CCG personnel hardly breaking a sweat.

"[color=8888BB][i]Surely you know the name your kind calls me.[/i][/color]" she continued, directing the cold and condescending glare of her remaining eye at the abomination before her. Her thumb slowly traveled to the button on the handle of her suitcase, the mechanism to unfold her quinque into the brutal killing tool that gave Morizumi her nickname.

With the press of a button, Shina's entire posture changed. She held onto the handle of her weapon as it transformed from its dormant state, pointing the rapidly expanding greatsword diagonally at the ground behind her. The impact between her still reshaping quinque and the ground catapulted the woman towards Ishin at impressive speed, almost reaching ghoul-level velocity. Her body needed half a second to stomach the G-forces from this inhuman acceleration. Then, utilizing the weapons inertia, she rotated around her own z-axis to swing the giant, thorn-covered quinque in a wide, almost perfectly horizontal arch. The enormous strike ended up being a 210° swing, starting from straight behind her and ending roughly where the ghoul had crouched down. She didn't expect to hit him, but chances were that he was surprised by the sudden approach or get scraped by the teeth of the weapon. At any rate, Morizumi ended the gargantuan attack holding Misery in front of her body, like a deadly defensive barrier covered in thorns. 

The rust-like stains of dried blood on her weapon both contrast and similarity to Ishins Kagune at the same time.