Choice? What choice?

She [i]is[/i] the strongest. She can hear Melody in danger. No one is going to stop her. 

No one [i]can[/i] stop her.

Every day she wakes to a voice in her heart, and every night she falls asleep to its truth. Some days it whispers. Some days it shouts. Now it bursts beyond her heart. All plans. All strength. All doubts. There is no part of Han that does not howl 

[i]the world is wrong, and I will burn it right.[/i]

A bottomless well opens, and essence pours down its insatiable depths. Never stopping, always hungering, only ever more, more. More than a body can hold. More than her body can hold. Waves of heat and power pour off her, essence releasing where it can hold no longer.  A blazing star, a molten girl, drops to her knees. And from that blinding light erupts claws, scales, antlers, tail-! 

A roar splits the light.

Paper burns to ash.

Pride crumbles to primal fear.

The air moves aside too slowly, and shatters before her in brilliant flame.

The Vermilion Beast of Lanterns comes. Flee for your lives.

[Han’s Feral jumps to 4. Han is [i]Transformed.[/i] Rolling +Daring: 4 + 3 + 2 = [b]9.[/b] [i]She can move in ways no ordinary person can[/i]]