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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

Amidst the rain of spittle striking the snow around Suparna from the beasts bellowing roar there came a sickening surety in her own demise, one strangling her all the tighter as it turned to reveal it booasted twice the appendages then was first thought, when all it really needed to flatten either Diana or herself was but one. Flickering against the dread was the literal flames of defiance Diana spouted against their attacker, following forth with steel flashing through the snow without a care for the difference in size between her blade and the pachyderm's axes.

An egregious display of martial force rained down upon her in the form of a whirling dervish, axes careening in long, broad strokes while a quartet of feet stamped madly, intent solely upon crushing them through brute force alone. Reacting off of her sparring among the angelic warriors she strained to duck against the blows with a frightfully narrow margin, each pass of the Elephant one iota closer to rending her in two, and she found herself cursing at the absence of Chirada leaving her bereft of any flight with which she could easily evade this marauder. 

With Diana locked in combat and their adversary being swift for its size, Suparna was certain she couldn't flee from this fight, and after throwing herself clear of another swipe, new she had to press her own attack before her luck ran out.

It was fortunate then, that the smell of singed hair and burst flesh roused a simple idea into the forefront of Suparna's mind. Ducking amidst the snow, her clothing and hair a shroud in this environment, the idea struck her fancy and sent her stomach rumbling in agreement with it's devilish outcome. 

[color=orangered]"Alright big guy, I'll give you something to dance about."[/color] She sneered from ear to ear as she shouldered her shield and raised the unencumbered arm overhead, right into the axes keening path. The obvious occurred, and the limb was torn free, cartwheeling overhead before falling with a dull thud beside her. There was no need to scream in pain when only a minuscule number of her collective perished, and the rest were quick to staunch the openings with walls of writhing white bodies. 

She grabbed the severed limb and chucked it with all her might towards the puncture wound she'd put into one of its legs, the arms contents erupting forth on contact with pachyderm flesh till the limb was discarded and the hoarse grey flesh now sported a growing patch of milky white. Gnawing and tearing, reproducing for every bit of flesh they could gorge themselves upon, Suparna watched from the snow as she could finally devour an enemy whose flesh was bare and held no holy light to repel her from burrowing to the bone and grinding it to powder beneath the weight of numbers boring upon it.