Satori did not currently have eyes to pop from their sockets nor did she have a functioning respiratory system to choke the life out of. Oh she had lungs, but ever since her transformation they had steadily fallen into disuse, outside of the occasional bout of manual breathing to keep herself from slipping into the uncanny valley she had honestly begun to consider them vestigial. But she did use them now, sucking in a lungful of air before booming with laughter, mocking and cruel with a mouthful of savage fangs on full display.

She laughed even as the Pater’s tail tightened around her throat but it wouldn’t last for long.

Yes, it had been a mistake to emulate the Pater’s coat of slime but not necessarily a failure. His tail still made a connection with her left wing and rather than retreat it decided to play coy, yet again, by slipping around her neck at lightning speeds. Now it would have been entirely understandable for Satori to simply shrug off the attempt, after all her wings were already in close defensive formation around her head by forming something of a half-dome around her dome, and without penetration the only way for the Primeval’s tail to make it around her neck was by slipping in from below. This was just fine by her. Doing so put his tail right in line for the two of the three bony fingers hidden inside of each wing (four in all) to plunge their way deep into its tail without resistance, razor edges punching through the spongy meat and remarkably flexible muscles, eventually shattering whatever served as the beasts spinal column and provided it structural solidarity, before finally popping out on the other side. Even if a crippling wasn’t enough to stop the Pater her follow up would be. So fine were the edges of Satori’s shadows that they were damn near two-dimensional and her wings played loose with geometry to obtain multiple per digit. It was a blur of motion that saw her wings vibrate within the Pater’s tail, cutting the limb into a dozen pieces from the inside out, then a hundred, and so on until all that was left of meat was a fine bloody mist.

When the deed was done the wings returned to their defensive formation overhead. Meanwhile the pinky and thumb of each wing had turned their attention inwards to peel Satori free. It was a fine series of cuts but peel was the operative word for they sliced away the Princess' pearly white flesh and left a ring of raw red hypodermal skin around her neck.

Simultaneous to Satori’s newest party trick (hypersonic slicing and dicing was going to be a hit with the orphans) her right arm would be wheeling around for the backswing. Impressive as the first strike had been it not been enough to send the Princess of Darkness rebounding, the next might change that. The strike came from the left at a diagonal angle from above, cutting its way down if you will, such that it would be crashing into the side of Pater’s head with a localized thunderstorm following in its wake. Awoken by the fresh spike of pain from Satori the Verdissian Warhammer completely skipped phase two and went straight to phase three, and should the Pater manage a dodge that would not stop the blinding flash of light or the outpouring of hyper aggressive plasma that ravaged everything surrounding Shin-Ra's youngest daughter.

Heck even Satori herself was not immune to the thunderous rampage. Mere sparks compared to what the Pater would suffer from the expanding dome of plasmatic force but forks of lightning would occasionally snap at her, delivering sharp bites at the behest of a barely contained supernatural force that wanted to be free, from the Maiden of the Night and back at the side of its true master yes. But not before it swallowed the Primeval whole.