The rest of the mooks got into their teams, Emi was already ready to start some shit. In a swift kick, she swung her left leg, Viscera, into the air. At the peak of its arc, her leg popped off with an odd squelching noise alongside a startled yelp from the newly created projectile. Into the fray he went, splashing on the grass with goo splattering on practically everyone around. Emi, meanwhile, swung a little too high and lost her balance. Her ass was on the grass and her massive mop of hair was blocking her vision, but that didn't dissuade the gremlin of a girl.

[color=79DA93]"Go, number 37!"[/color] Her command exploded in the middle of their battleground. 

Viscera sighed and began to transform. Quickly, the false skin split into strips reminiscent of tendrils. From a peachy white to a deep red, muscle began to grow, stretch, and expand. Ichor sprayed on those adjacent; harmless, but slippery. Form began to take shape as the Cronenberg horror turned into a more coherent form. While mid-transformation was horrific and made those witnessing want to avert their eyes (sans Emi and those were had the mental fortitude), the end result was much more suitable for combat. At a hunched over 7 feet tall, an unstable figure emerged. With 6 arms and flesh that constantly bubbled and warped on a thin, skeletonized and wire-like figure, it was apparent that this form was built for speed and not power. Save for the torso, every single bit of the speci

Magic began to form as Emi began to chant.

[color=79DA93]"B-b bb-bbb-b bb-b..."[/color] Actually, was it even a chant, or was she just making random noises again. Was it even magic that was forming? It wasn't apparent in the slightest. Her chanting stopped for a brief moment. [color=79DA93]"Get the spider lady bbb bb-b b b b bbb b..."[/color]

And with that, Viscera launched at her at an incredible speed. After all, he was pure muscle.

Wait, what team was she again?