The air was filled with tension as the Rozie stared down Johnson and Morgan, her breathing deep and even as her tail lazily swayed in the air. Rozie exhaled a mouthful of smoke flecked with burning embers as Morgan's fists tightened and Johnson's eyes narrowed as she mentally dissected Rozie.
Morgan moved first, his feet propelling him across the distance between them in a heartbeat, his cocked back fist now rocketing towards her torso in a devastating attack which she managed to block with her palm. Grabbing the fist tightly to prevent him from pulling his hand free from her grasp, swung her fist at his face, a terrible screeching sound pervading the air as her fist struck his face, sparks exploding into existence as metallic scales met metallic skin. Her triumph was short lived as her arm went limp, the two needles sticking out of her forearm telling her all she needed to know as Morgan's free hand smacked her across the face with enough force to send her flying back into a pillar, shattering it on impact and sending her into the wall, sending a spiderweb of cracks across its surface.
Pushing herself off the wall with her tail as a spring, a roar in her throat and teeth sharpening to fangs as she rocketed towards Morgan, the thunderous boom left in her wake sending out a shockwave that sent the rubble flying as she zeroed in on Morgan as streamlined ridges emerged from her spine, her body becoming more streamlined as she accelerated even further. Cocking back her fist, she launched a punch at him, the sheer friction and power of the force ionizing the air around her fist into a coating of deep blue plasma, the roaring plasma releasing an immense burst of heat and radiation into his face; the rapidly expanding hot air tearing and vaporizing anything and everything, the wards and protective enchantments built into the walls of the meeting hall glowing with blinding incandescence as they worked desperately to contain the radiation released from the ionization of air and the sweltering, burning heat that roared past a hundred thousand degrees celcius.
For the briefest of moments, there was silence. Nobody moved, nobody breathed, nobody could breathe as the dry air pressed heavy on them and the oxygen had been burned out by Rozie's attack, the flickering wards returning breathable and survivable air into the building with a hiss. "An absolute monster," Morgan rasped, the dust and smoke clearing to reveal a room that had been burned clean of everything. Morgan himself wasn't left unscathed; the left half of his body burned beyond recognition, skin and muscle sloughed off to reveal bone and a lung that was struggling to function, fluttering rapidly in a pitiful attempt to keep him alive.
"Only the best for Hadin," came Rozie's reply, her left arm missing from the elbow down, the injury slowly repairing itself, bone sliding out of the stump followed by blood vessels, tissue, muscles and finally skin. "You're done," she told Morgan, her body trembling slightly in exhaustion, more smoke emerging from her mouth as she vented out excess heat from her body.
"Not quite," he rasped as a sickening wet sound came from his body, his radiation infused, roasted body repairing itself instantly, the damage done to him undone in the blink of an eye.
"Johnson," Rozie snarled as she caught glance of the matriarch who had somehow survived the attack.
"Round two," his muscles tensed up as Johnson's finger twitched in tune with the action, "Here I come," he launched forward at speeds far superior to his initial assault. His first step pushed him beyond the sound barrier, the second doubled his speed, the third did the same until he had covered the distance between the two of them before a single heartbeat. His shoulder slammed into Rozie's chest, the force of the blow shattering the bones in her torso, sending the fragments of bone flying out of her in a brutal shower. Reaching out to grab her arm before her body could fly away from him, Mason pulled with all the force he could muster; his heightened strength pulling on her arm, reinforced muscle fibers and bone giving way, caught between two powerful forces ang giving way underneath the strain, the arm coming off at the shoulder as Rozie smashed into the wall yet again, her body sinking deep into the crater she made.
Tossing her ripped off arm aside, Morgan inhaled deeply as Johnson came forward to his side, a syringe filled with purple liquid sliding out of her sleeve. Her brown eyes darted from Morgan to the hole, eyes hardening as she felt the drastic change in Rozie's energy as the blithed cells in her surged forward, her restraint giving way to the innate instincts of the blithed beasts. Pushing the needle into her neck and pressing down on the plunger, Johnson hissed sharply as the burning liquid was pumped into her bloodstream, the rapid thundering of her heart now audible to everyone in the room. "It boils down to just me and you as usual," Morgan sighed as a roar of rage emerged from the crater in the wall where Rozie had been buried, Johnson nodding to his words. "What about the boy?" she replied to his question with a tilt of her head towards the door.
"So how long do you think we can last?" Johnson held up ten fingers and then put down five, before raising the fingers again in an unsure manner. "I see," Morgan took a deep breath as his eyes narrowed, his entire presence sharpening as they prepared for the longest five to ten minutes of their lives.
Rozie's wrath didn't come with a roar, nor was it a screech, rather it came as a compact blue plasma beam that sliced through all matter it came across, the sheer heat unmaking the bonds that held them together, turning them to dust. Morgan and Johnson moved as the beam arced towards them, Johnson flipping over it while Morgan ducked, their skins blistering despite evading the attack, eyes watching the hole in the wall from where a clawed hand had emerged, the appendage followed by a sickly thin and long childlike arm covered in reptilian scales, the fingers too long, too thin, too wrong with multiple joints bending and twisting every which way.
"One," Rozie's distorted raspy voice drawled out from the crater as six pairs of eyes peered out from the crater, each one a different size, shape and occupying a different location, spread too far apart to be on a normal human face. "Two," the voice took on a singsong tune as a second hand emerged from the hole, claws splitting the ground like a hot knife through butter, "Rozie's coming for you," a third arm emerged, this one stretching out to grab the top of a nearby column, the multiple double-jointed elbows cracking with sickly wet pops.
The world went silent and then just before Rozie emerged, a male voice cut through the tension; "Stop!" all eyes turned to him; the fifth member, the youth that they had all ignored. His arm was wrapped around the neck of Mia who was covered with rapidly healing bruises and a rapidly regrowing stump where her left arm used to be. "One wrong move and I swear," he let the threat hand, Rozie's imagination filling in the blanks.
"Now turn back to normal and sign the papers," his grip on Mia's neck tightening, ignoring the pure hate roiling off the captive in his arms and her ward.
Rozie was silent, her arms retracting back into the crater, the eyes going dark one after the other as flesh and bone reconstituted themselves, returning to their default appearance. She emerged from the crater with a huff, her tattered clothes clinging to her, the burns and tears leaving her practically naked. "Your cloak," she asked Johnson who simply nodded and stepped forward, shrugging off her cloak and handing it to Rozie who took it and buttoned it around herself.
"Now, lets see this document you want signed so badly,"