Where there once might have been pain, now there was only the indication of her opponent's presence. It was a difficult thing, to fight an opponent who could not be seen, but she didn't need her eyes to look upon the world any longer. All she needed was her magic, which triggered as soon as contact was made between his leg and her knee.

The darkness that had been forming around her had now formed into numerous amounts of spikes, which launched themselves upon his body in the micro seconds it took to reach out and grab hold of her hair. By the time his fist was raised for the strike, the area around her would be showered in a lethal precipation of razor sharp needles. Forwards and backwards they would pierce the area in which Kobe stood, going for any vital organs, be it heart, lung or brain, in an effort to kill.