[h1]Therana[/h1]
Therana's grim expression took a more animated turn, the onset of a frown beginning to mar her pale face as she witnessed her attack fail. As expected, the Executioner, just like all Church operatives, possessed advanced physical capacities and it seemed that rumors regarding him possessing the capacity to draw forth from an endless supply of weapons and ammunition from either imaginary space or a reality marble seemed true. In that regard, both the Executioner and Therana were alike. Both relied upon the aid of an alien space in order to augment combat, but how this augmentation manifested greatly differed between Therana and the Executioner. 

The canister and gun that the Executioner threw to halt one of Therana's horrors were immediately devoured in instinctive response. The horror's circular mouth split apart and widened, allowing for its digestive system to be vomited forth in the shape of a mass of luminescent black pulsating organs suspended in a sea of thick, purple mucus like digestive acid. The barrel and gun were immediately engulfed in this embrace, and dissolved rapidly before being sucked back into the horror along with the digestive system. Therana quickly assessed her current knowledge to formulate a strategy. It was apparent that the Executioner mainly relied upon ranged weapons should rumors regarding his actions be somewhat corroborated, and his limitless ammunition on top of his endless versatility entailed significant power at both mid and long range distances. His direct capabilities in close combat were unknown, and it may have been that they were as exceptional as those Executors of the Church who could slaughter dead apostles with their bare hands and that the Executioner was merely playing towards his strengths. Regardless, Therana was confident she would be able to defeat even an Executor in close combat merely because her horrors were both faster and stronger than what even humans empowered by the Chuch could be under regular circumstances. Knowing this, Therana decided upon a melee strategy to prevent the Executioner from being able to utilize his unique abilities intermittently.

With reinforced legs, Therana quickly pushed off from her location, her left horror morphing into a massive arm of rippling muscle that easily smashed apart the aisle in her way without so much as slowing her down. The ground beneath her feet splintered into a diminutive crater as her form surged towards the Executioner at breakneck speeds.
[b]"Asking such questions isn't polite to a lady you know, not that I would expect your type to have much tact"[/b] exclaimed Therana with a sardonic tone as her eyes focused in on the Executioner, her swiftly moving form barreling towards him. She still had to be cautious though, so it was noticeable that though her left horror was aggressively positioned in front of her as an offensive arm shaped weapon ready to pummel the Executioner into a bloody pulp, her right horror remained by Therana's side, prepared to alter its composition to become a defensive protection should things turn sour.