Macy watched with a gleam in her eye as her three captives began to mercilessly slaughter their comrades. [i]Good... It worked...[/i] There was a bit of relief to her thoughts as she stepped through the barrier and out into the open. She hadn't used any of her magic for awhile, so she wasn't sure just how effective the possession would be. They were fully under her command. A small smile came upon her lips as she kept her hand outstretched in order to maintain the connection. Her comrades had begun to move forward, seeing their opening, so she worried less about defending herself and more on keeping hold of them as long as possible.

Hopefully they could kill one or two others before her concentration broke. Once she felt herself getting close to her limit, she changed the command, ordering her three mindslaves to murder themselves. Macy didn't get to see if she held out long enough for them to follow the instruction, however, as her hold on their minds slipped. Slowly, her hand dropped to her side and she stood there for a moment, silent. Her hands shook with anticipation and her breathing became heavy. She replayed the images of their weapons slicing through each other, blood splattering, over and over in her mind. It was addictive. The control she had felt over them was simply delightful. Slowly but surely, a wicked grin slipped across her face, matching the evil glint in her eyes. A demonic aura built around her, and anyone who could sense it would tell that something in her had indeed shifted.

This was a common occurence when she used spells- her bloodlust went wild. Just the thought of ripping flesh, exposing the organs within... It was fun, but it wasn't enough. [i]I want to see more.[/i] Really, she wanted to tear apart one of those bug creatures, but these common prisoners would be interesting enough. The urges grew strong inside of her, and Macy caught herself slipping, grasping the wrist that held her rapier with her free hand. She could not stop the trembling. [i]Not good...[/i] Her eyes darted around, making sure she wasn't too close to anybody. Hawke was the only comrade near her, but there was no time to warn him that she was going to lose control. Hopefully Diana had heeded her warning and was somewhere nearby.

Without warning, Macy suddenly shot forward toward the prisoners, her hand stretched out in front of her. It soon connected with the skull of a Falcon standing within arm's reach of Hawke, grasping his face with a grip far beyond that of her stature. In a flash, she had engulfed the man in black flames, her smile widening as she watched him burn alive. A small giggle escaped her lips as she glanced to her large companion, making eye contact. Her expression would be wild, and much different from her usual monotone look. Macy was not herself, and found herself lost in her desire to see blood shed.