As the ground was destroyed and uprooted at her feet Crystal would take a measured leap backward, landing a distance of ten feet from the nearest spire, and perhaps triple that from Shin. Since he was clearly in no rush to be close to her, nor attack, she'd use this free time to analyze the logistics of her predicament.

-Hmm, a field saturation technique. Material analysis?-

<Its the same material used by his weapon. Highly polymorohic, durable, and flexible.>

-I sense a bluff. This looks far more like a reactive defense than an offensive. Can you best it?-

<It will take another taste to separate the finer elements, and more time still to create a proper counter-material. But it can be done.>

-So we'll have to get up close.-

<What's your plan?>

-Hmm. I have one, but I'll need your strength beyond a sword.-

In a jetstream of prismatic blue fire, Crystal would become the heart of a magnificent diamond chrysalis. It was quite thick, shimmering in the sun with a faint, unnatural glow. Whatever proccesses were going on inside would be invisible save for the shadow sillhouettes. 

Lightning flickered across its many faces, and the air convected tightly around it. The shadow within shrunk marginally as a black fabric stretched up and over her body before tightening and contouring to her frame. Bands of sillhouette locks bursted from her bun in a rampant outgrowth. Finally, the complex process complete, the steaming shell split down the center with a symmetry only seen in crystalline solids to reveal what lay within. 

From a crystal bed of rising smoke, Crystalle emerged. An unnatural wind lifted chocolatey hair, opening her ornamental rose like a sunflower and revealing purple iris'. Her skin shewn an icy blue. If Shin could touch her he might notice she was also dangerously cold. Whatever bond Shin shared with his weapon, she doubted it could compare to this. 

One body. Two minds. Twice the efficiency.

Her ice sword was used as raw material in the chrysalis formation, so she'd need a new one. More importantly, she needed it to [b]hurt[/b]. The space around her came alive as she held her hands up in front of her chest as though in offering. A ten foot navy blue claymore set with a ruby jewel in the cross-guard formed out of a frosty mist in her palms, seemingly out of thin air. In truth, it was a deeply practiced joint discipline, which allowed her to summon copies of Ishtalle anywhere so long as it was within two meters of herself. Its edge caused the air to smell of ozone, the intoxicating scent of aligning astral circuits.

Each would be as sharp and deadly as the original. With a deep breath she reset her stance, this time a low center of mass finestra. 

[Color=red]"Come."[/color]