[Even in the haze of battle, she's still aware of everything going on around her. The skin is pulled tight over her skull and her pupils are mere slits. She sees a tentacle coming for her, twists her body so it just misses (something is so wrong with it, her mind is screaming, something is so wrong), and claws at him, trying to get a hand on him. Vampire teeth bared, she is no longer a teenage-looking girl. Scathach is a monster, the Warrior, the Daemon Slayer. She is something that should not exist in this or any other world, but does anyway by some cruel joke. She means to kill this man, or at least facilitate his death in any way she can.]
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