[b]Cynthia Lee[/b]

She was really a Doll! Cynthia couldn't get over her excitement. As horrifying as the man was-and still was, rising to the ground in such an awkward, jerking fashion-the little girl was entranced by this new being... A Doll. A real Doll! She knew Dolls were real! Did that mean that guy was a... a... what were they called again? A puppet? Something like that... Whatever the case was, Cynthia sat there, trembling in her Doll's arms in fear and excitement, eyes fixed on the beings she had summoned and on the man who was breathing mist. The moment that the beings thrust their halberds at him, he attempted to dodge.

But as one missed, the other hit home, slicing deeply into his shoulder. Along with blood, more fog poured from the wound, a testament to the possession the Marionette was undergoing. He howled in agony and stumbled back. Even as he did, however, the flesh was already gruesomely knitting itself back together. Filling ill, Cynthia covered her eyes and tried to look away.

The few moments the Marionette spent healing left it wide open, however, and Transient Princess's fist struck him right in the stomach. Not to be delayed, his hand suddenly grew grotesquely deformed, fingers stretching and nails forming into blades as he lashed out.

"I'll kill both of you! I'LL EAT THE LITTLE ONE ALIVE!"