With the very first contact of that strange flesh against the palette of her tongue, a shudder of mixed sensations ran through Katerina's form. It was revolting, a strange and foreign taste that clashed with everything she knew. Yet at the same time there was also something entrancing about it, to the point where she had taken a few more bites before she even realized that she had done it. Just what [i]was[/i] this stuff?

Yet she was eventually distracted from that, her gag reflex kicking in even as she felt something run through her body. It was a mysterious sensation that rapidly morphed into pain, a pain that consumed and burned so bright it felt worse than the worst time that she had ever been sick. She practically doubled over, lying on the ground and dry heaving with nothing to throw up. 

God, was this it? Had that voice lied to her? It was growing hard to think, to make coherent sentences past the solid wall of pain settling over her mind and threatening to completely consume her. All she could do was cry and silently apologize to her sister, for all the things unsaid, for leaving her alone. And to cry for herself, the things she would never experience, and just how stupid she had been. It seemed that she was doomed either way. 

Then, the fever broke. Behind the heat was....something else, a power that she hadn't felt before, sheer radiating energy and might. Slowly she rose back to her feet, stumbling and shaking her head even as she was unaware of her now nude state. "W-What is this," Katerina muttered aloud, reveling in the fact that she was not dead and confused by how good she now felt. Indeed, for how she had been scoured to the bone it nonetheless felt like she was better than she had ever been.

Fists clenched, her gaze turned, surveying the scene. There were the other girls from before, some like her, some the same as they had been. They were suicidal to face those things, and those things were what earned most of her ire. She bared her teeth, a growl of anger and rage escaping at the same time as she eyed them darkly, ready to mete out her punishment.

They seemed to understand that as well, turning and running for it. Not that it would save them as she sprang forward, fists swinging and drawing on the skills she had learned from a few fights on the streets of Nizhny. "You bastards," she spat angrily at the same time, as she charged in to begin pummeling the nearest one that she could grab. "What did you do to my sister!"