The most powerful distractions were things that you couldn't ignore even if you knew they were distractions. Like breasts! Foxpearl looked at her own, and then looked at the flaming ghost-powered power armour. She whispered to them "Look what they must do to imitate but a fraction of our power."

Her breasts caught fire. Then, the rest of her. She fell from the Bodhi tree like Satan from Eden, a comet of coruscating energy. The symbolism was important; to fall into hellfire was to become the master of the hellfire. It burned away her clothes, her hair, everything but the scarf still wrapped around her face, revealing an angelic body made of elemental fire. The trailing ends of her scarf arched up behind her like shadowy wings. 

The fire had no chance. It was mere ghostfire, and that could never resist the sheer magnetism of foxfire. It flowed towards her and absorbed into her body, making her grow larger and larger, hotter and hotter, fiercer and fiercer. As Foxpearl rose up, nine feet tall and built like Lucifer sculpted in marble, she knew in her heart that she [i]had [/i]this and that absorbing all of this ghost energy was well within her capabilities.

[Unleash your powers: [b]9[/b]; effect is unstable or temporary; tell me how!]

"Good afternoon!" she said brightly - it took more than being made out of fire and stuffed full of ghost energy to muffle a foxgirl's voice. "Can you tell me more about your ideology? I'm trying to figure out if I need to go over or under the table to get to the truth."