Valkyrie Throne World
Kara grunts as her arm is severed but smiles as a devious idea takes hold. A new arm grows instantly, replacing the one she lost. Her severed arm clenches into a fist and begins to replicate at a staggering rate. Many of which collide with Flames blood attacks nullifying them mid flight. 

Others still begin to attach to her spear. Slowly they fuse to it creating a macabre and horrifying instrument of twisted metal, bone, muscle, tendons, and flesh. The blades warp into many toothed tentacles that whip and writhe eager for violence. Kara laughs. Thousands of her arms fill the air. They skitter in all directions across the cold hard marble like ground casting eerie shadows from the source-less light of this world.

The swarms of limbs begin to chase Flame down. Being moved at the speed of thought they cascade into Flames barrier like railgun rounds and scatter gore in all directions from the force of impact.

At the same time clutches of yet more limbs begin to align themselves into a grand formation. As though they were assembling themselves into a terrifying machine ring hovering in the air.