Several seconds trickled by in which both Sanguin and Akal were motionless.  She stared into the empty pinpricks of light, feeling very vulnerable and very human beneath their glare.  Her mind, spurred on by fear, was struggling to put together a cohesive plan of action.  In her employment at Fairy Tail and even before, she had faced many mages with impressive powers, but they had pretty much all been human.  This...thing, before her, was something entirely different.  Unbidden, the image of enormous fangs and raking claws gouging through her armor and flesh alike leaped into her brain.  At a loss, she struggled to adjust her stance, trying to make sure it was perfect since she didn't know what else to do.

Then came the shriek.  Like cockroaches in a room illuminated by sudden light, her thoughts and rationality fled before it, and her body went into a state of minor shock.  The scream wasn't just frightening, but it was _loud_, loud enough to play her eardrums like congas.  Akal's sudden movement, however, was enough to arouse her fighting instincts sufficiently to galvanize her into action.  When he rent himself, spattering the stone and wood surrounding them with his own inky blood, she couldn't help but wonder why.  Immediately in the wake of such wonderment came memories of blood magics, ones that draw their power from sacrifice rather than magic power; those, she knew, were among the most devious and horrible of all magical arts.  Therefore, she steeled herself as the grotesque hunk began to ripple and swell.

When Akal began to growl, she did as well, and a very wolflike way.  Hype was flowing through her veins, picking up speed.  If anyone was qualified to take on a monster, it was a beast.  Behind her mask, her face twisted into a toothy smile as Akal copied her stance.  To her, there was no question of dealing with one or the other—only that of if they could be beaten.

Her voice was a snarl, barely understandable, as she spoke.  “Spirit Warriors, Spirit Predators!  Wild Heart!”

Instantly and unceremoniously, Sanguin split apart.  The air shimmered, and in a split second there were three of her where there had only stood one.  The next moment, four more had appeared, three crimson wolves and one more masked warrior.  Wasting no time, the seven fanned out.  Two wolves attacked the Flesh Golem, one of them crushing a newly-formed limb between its jaws before disappearing, while the other -with a warrior by her side- jumped in to snap at it before jumping back.  The others, three warriors and one wolf, advanced to Akal to surround him, taking care not to come into contact with the black blood.