When the lights go off;; Violent Ghost

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

The water felt like claws trying to keep hold on her as the retriever struggled with the vines. Jiyu was not aware of when the dog had managed to free her, only when she felt water flowing from her in ropes and ground beneath all four paws again. Of course, without the water to think about, she realized the biggest problem which was something that she honestly should have never overlooked. When her past had shown up at the groups doorstep before? It had been her siblings in control, her family over run the group and everyone knew how dangerous anyone connected with whoever she was before the group had the potential to be. Anyone currently in the group? Didn't see her as violent, didn't know anything about her really, entirely kept in the dark and now thrust into danger she never saw coming back to haunt her again. No one standing here had any of the knowledge to truly know how dangerous Painted Mentality was, no way to know they were currently dealing with someone who had been raised to do nothing besides cause pain, harm and death to others on command.

As panic flooded into the stoic, the twisted specter was filled with absolute delight, realizing what a sheer advtanage she had here. A sickening laughter broke from her throat, as if this was nothing more than a game! Painted threw her head back, blood splattering from the wound there and along her chest as a bit more spilled from her nearly nonexistent underside. "No your right, I have nothing to fear of Fatal, drenched and surrounded by weakness I can take advantage of by possessing her, she won't make a move on me, it's all of you who should be afraid of her." a Cheshire grin was bursted across her blood dripping muzzle, paws kneading the ground beneath her as the laughing fit continued. The demonic specter knew she could not tell this Lion everything and the truth was so much easier to forgive. "After-all she did this to me and worse to other siblings." only giving just enough and letting the fact she knew Fatal would say nothing to do the rest of the damage! So delicious.

By the time that Jiyu could right herself and stand up, there was no time to warn them anymore, Painted had finished her game. Mismatched optics could only watch as her 'elder sister' walked forward with confidence as if nothing in the world could distrupt what she was about to do, and she may very well be right. Jiyu knew that she should be reacting right now, but something kept her immobile, something she didn't quiet understand yet.

Spotted paws springed lightly against the ground as she moved, seeming as if she was going to aim right for his chest. However, at the last second without any flaw she ducked to the side spinning to send her powerful back legs trowards his shoulder which would resonate through the front of him if she managed to land and likely leave some nasty gashes. The move was clever, but only one other cat standing there knew it was far from over. The rebound from her kick moved her body into the beginning of a roll, mixing with her initial spin. As the spin continued it's progress towards roll? Her jaws came first attempting to drag deeply against his hind leg no attempt made to grab him but instead to cause as much damage as she could. Laughter echoed as her front claws swiped against the ground to both stop her from rolling too far away and to kick up dirt into his optics. A lion was too large for her to straight out kill with a single move, but he was in no way too much for her to murder, especially since she adored seeing the pain of her victims. Hmm, maybe Jiyu wouldn't have killed her if she hadn't been so rough.

"Just Exorcise Her Already Before She Kills Him!" soaked with her own wounds from the initial attacks of Painted, there was no way Jiyu could fight the ghost. While she still looked stoic, for a brief second something seemed to break in her voice, she sounded more like a honey sweet voiced kit than the monotone feline who watched without seeming to be bothered by anything. How far did she have to run before she could be free of those years? Maybe she never could, but that shouldn't kill someone in the group! Once more she tried pushing herself up, barely managing it, but her paws didn't want to move. She could kill Painted, she had done it before, the puncture marks on the speckled feline demon clearly matched to sabered fangs, a notable feature that calico normally possessed. Yet, her body would not respond, and all she could do was watch. Someone at least had to be able to send Painted back to the spirit realm or something!