"I need to put myself in my victims' shoes to experience the pain I caused to others. It's the only way I have to make peace with my past and forgive myself." Acala said.
'So you are your own judge and jury?' Friya thought in outrage. 'And you're already willing to absolve yourself? What an arrogant prick!'
"Fine. Let's fight, then." She actually said, calling her rapier, Dreadnought, to her hand and shapeshifting into her Harbinger form.
Six serpentine bodies formed in the space from her neck to her shoulders, and deep green scales replaced her pearly skin. Friya's pupils became vertical, and her teeth turned into long fangs dripping a viscous substance.
"One second, please." Acala gestured for her to wait as he took off his Davross armor and shaped a prism blade out of Dawn's crystal. "I suggest you remove your armor as well. Otherwise, you won't understand how much punishment your new body can take until it's too late."
