The smile widened, split her face in half, as part of her human mask fell away, laying bones, torn muscle, ripped tendons and brain matter bare. It felt liberating, it made her even happier.
"Thisss," Mazikeen slurred through the half mouth she still possessed, "won't take long. Jussst hold ssstill for a sssecond." Not expecting Melchom to comply with her request she moved and moved fast. A fraction of a second later, the distance between them was closed and her cold fingers were only a hair away from closing around the neck of Mammon's servant. In her free hand, an oddly bent blade appeared.