[b]Cinder Fall, Client World [???][/b]

Cinder spun out of the way of the second volley, grunting at the burns left behind from it's proximity. The healing process began courtesy of the Dust in her body, but that would take time to finish, and for now she merely had to ignore it. It was certainly doing a good job of annoying her.

She glanced over at the arriving UMMA agent, otherwise ignoring her. It would prove a useful distraction. Of more concern was the throne, which vanished through a portal and earned a 'tch' from the hybrid. Someone really was going to pay for that. At least she had reinforcements. 

"You talk too much," she said, reaching down to flick open a new vial. This was not red, or blue, or yellow, but rather an undulating black, overflowing with the corruption of the human soul itself, all it's grief and despair. She let it pour free, forming into creatures that Blake would have found quite familiar. Beowolves, a trio of them, snarling and angry with bright red eyes. 

A gesture sent them charging at Sindibad, jaws snapping and claws flashing, as she moved in to engage the Snakeman at close ranges, blades flashing through the red light of the burning museum. It was a good thing that she was no normal human as she launched a trio of stabs and slashes aimed at disarming him of his plasma weapon, because it made her all the more confident in her success. She would not let them interfere with her plans.