Jack walked over and stood by Matilda's side as she made the great reveal, standing with her arms crossed and a wide smile written on her face. Her smile faltered somewhat when Louis stepped in, wishing to join, betraying the disappointment she felt in missing the chance to be the one to kill him. Of course, as the one Matilda wanted to keep her minions in line, she just might get that chance later.
Others in the room refused the offer, however, and especially the android that the hotel had opted to save from the exploding depths of the alien ship.
“Oh, well look at you,” Matilda said observing Angelica. “Seems the android has a little soul in her. It’ll be a shame to see that all go to waste. You’ll be scrap metal soon, dear.”
"Don't worry, I'll make sure I finished what I started," Jack said, looking right at Angelica and licking her lips.
Matilda went on to explain the strengths and augments the ring would offer Jack, each after the next sounding more and more appealing to her. Then, a shadow extended from Matilda into Jack, and a red light enveloped Jack.
Her suit, before disguised as the tuxedo she was wearing, fully deployed and extended around her body, then slowly shrank and enveloped her skin tightly before fusing into her body. Jack let out a blood curdling scream as the magic and technology became one with her body, and changed her very make-up. Jack's scream grew louder and louder, before it changed from one of pain and anguish, to one of laughter and ecstasy. The light dissipated and Jack stood there, shrieking with laughter.
The sleek, angular design of her suit was gone. Instead, in its place on the arms and legs, were intricately carved and shaped pieces ending in sharp, curved spines around the shines, knees, elbows, and shoulders. The shoulder-plates and chest-piece each took the shape of a demonic skull missing its lower jaw, staring forward blankly. Her helmet was gone, instead the jet-black plating of the armor extended up her neck and around the back of her head. The upper-half of her face was obscured by the same jet-black scaling, with her eyes now jet-black with glowing red irises. Two large horns curved back from the sides of her head, and her hair was a solid, brilliant red billowing backward from her head.
Around her, Bethany's magic had begun to go haywire, but there was someone else who was springing into action, someone Jack had wanted to get a crack at the moment she had lain eyes on her at the beginning of the tournament.
In the middle of her swing, Jack's foot, in a flying kick, connected with the flat of Lace's blade, sending it just off-course enough to miss its target. Jack rebounded off from the kick, and landed, with a wide, fanged grin spread across her face.
Jack then spoke, mockingly, in a voice more inhuman than she had ever sounded over the course of the entire tournament. "Where do you think you're going, Barbie-Doll?"
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