J-3 twitched at the sound of The Blonde Ally’s voice. They had been cleaving their way here; following in silence after both Rat and The Blonde. Now they shifted plans, darting ahead of both Allies to create some semblance of a path.

And to accrue some [MANA] and [FUEL].

Fang and claw and brine and [MANA] and venom and tail. 
They churned through monster and flesh, only stopping to readjust once as an explosion of heat and meat flung them to the side.
There were metallic skeletons— [i]Drive Frames[/i], whispered an alien thought— acting like ranch hands at a slaughter. Interesting.

Rat and the Blonde Ally began scaling a wall, followed and led by a cavalcade of slathering beasts. A familiarly unfamiliar shape of an eight legged thing mixed with a slithering body chased the two as they went.
J-3 would have none of it. 

Rat screamed as J-3 abruptly [i]rammed[/i] into existence, body slamming the spider-snake thing as it reared up to skewer the two. The hybrid screamed as J-3 shrieked. Three beats of the wings ripped it from the wall. J-3s cry a triumphant one as their foe fell to the swarm below. 

Meanwhile, they turned, ink pulsing and swelling as they took the shape they wore upon sighting and fighting [The One of Sun]. A quartet of leathery wings stretched from ‘her’ shoulders and spine. Her hands were clawed, and though she was modest as a babe, and as immodest as a Barbie doll, her body was clearly plated. Like skin-colored chitin in place of proper, human, flesh. 

She churned the winds with her wings, frowning darkly as she swept a hand. [MANA] pulsed in the air, as one pencil thin torrent of water lanced forth. 
More beasts found their limbs neatly severed, heads rolling away from shoulders, and bodies cut in precise lines. 

J-3 brought herself lower, doing her able best to stick as near to her two allies as she could. 

She hissed when someone turned to them warily, pointing with one hand to return the human’s focus back to the swarming beasts.