Beyond all that she was feeling at the moment the watcher within would allow nothing less than to make certain that her slayer arrived safely. In that one dark look a million twisted desires danced behind her slayer's eyes lighting a breathless hunger within the normally proper Brit. Full lips grew flush and plump from the sadistic need building within her. "I have no need for engraving," she smirked a deeply, passionate cruelty in her gaze. Mer'Loch demons were large, gangly over muscled things. A lot of might and a little brain. And they absolutely despised noise and trespassers.
Racing unbidden down the tunnel Katherine burst into the large cave with an ear piercing, nerve rattling war cry springing from her lips. Immediately she could see the rage rising in their bovine eyes in the light from the blue glowing symbols on the wall that marked their territory. The momentum she had built poured into a high arched graceful flip that ended with her boots crunching roughly into a tusked, troll like head. Like a demon she followed her conquered prey to the ground a dark, predatory glee in her gaze. In a flash her batons slid free of her boots and sprang out with a flick of her wrist crackling with electricity obediently.
Red eyed rage drove a Mer'Loch warrior towards her club held high in the air. Bending slightly at the knee Katherine dug the balls of her feet in the light layer of sand covering the stone floor. She would not give an inch of ground to this brute. She knew fully well that in their warrior culture her stance was both an insult and a challenge. Anger shattered any sense of form the brute might have once had making him an easy target for the skilled watcher. In her hands the metal batons sang with a static hum as they sliced through the air with skill and grace enough to make the most proficient escrima user green with envy. Each swing brought a new crunching sound as one by one she shattered it's joints leaving the demon prone and helpless before her. There was not an drop of mercy in Katherine's eyes as she shoved her baton down the demon's screaming throat. Holding tight to one tufty ear her gaze bored into the demon's absorbing every bit of misery, pain and agony with wicked, perverse pleasure as the electricity boiled the beast alive from within.
The show ended as the beast's eyes popped from the heat within the pulp of them making a mess of her black underarmour shirt. A sadistically, delicious smile spread of her face as taunted in a cocky voice, "Next?" In her twisted bliss and arrogance a fist twice as big as her head struck her cheek like a battering ram sending her flying into the rock wall a good twenty feet away with a sickening crunch.