As Fury further explained the situation Kat kept silent, but couldn't stop herself from shaking her head. These were the victors of the race of life; it was a miracle there were any Midgardians left if this was how they carried on. "But of course, why not? We have nothing better to do than your dirty work." The gold mist surrounded her once more and her dress transformed into her battle gear for the second time. "Shall we go?" Twirling a short sword in her hand which had only finished fully forming by the time the act finished. She didn't relish in the killing of creatures - she had loved her fair share of monsters - but these were creatures born from the meddling of man. A very different scenario.