Zoe lurched to a stop and fixed her eyes on the figure's blade. "Then you shall die to sate my thirst for death." Once again her arms whipped into their disjointed and twisting appendages as one looped skyward hardened into a spiked pike while the other snaked around the figure's weapon. The black ink of her eyes slithered outward and back darkening her brunette hair into a mane of pitch.