Lucy's lips peeled back into a grin that had half-insect in it. "Two support joining hands won't change the outcome. I'll kill you all." Her voice was flat and hungry, then she surged forward, a blur of chitin and malformed grace. Insects peeled off her skin and darted like living shrapnel.
Veronica cocked a brow and answered the threat with the most Veronica things possible, arrogance and polish. "Oh, how terrifying," she said, tone sugary. "Try not to cry when I ruin your makeover."
She inhaled, and the enchantment came on like armor being put on midair. Lines of rune-light laced across her skin, first a lattice of defensive wards, then fluid glyphs that coiled along muscle and bone to increase speed and strength. The air around her hummed with acceleration, she moved with new, honed precision. "[Enchant]" she murmured, activating the last strand of the charm.
