[h1]Alison[/h1]
[i]Hurts. Ow. Owwww.[/i]

The little girl stumbles and gasps, her hands on her knees. Her face is screwed up in concentration, trying not to the pain show. After all, princesses never let that happen. Then she saw the rock slam into the spider. Libé curved his pillar sideways to talk to her, even as Aron caught it in a beam of icy energy. 

"It may not be a threat to us..."

"Not a threat?" snarled Alison. "Phooey! I'm gonna show this spider who's the real badass here!" 

Smoking black energy curled around her, forming into solid, blocky shapes- a helmet with a blank visor, thick spiked armor, heavy boots over her feet. Her fingerless gloves, the left one with a shredded hole in it from Predator's emergence, were torn apart and replaced by black gauntlets that looked like they could punch through a brick wall. Alison grinned behind her helmet. The spider must be absolutely [i]terrified[/i] at seeing her full Princess form.

Then she felt something push between her shoulder blades as well. Another Predator? No, they were wings of some sort, papery and whipping and curling around like they were half-liquid. Swirling darkness danced around them in butterfly-like patterns, and Alison could feel the muscles threaded into the wings, control them like she controlled her hands or feet or Predator. 

And her Predator burst forth once more, snapping as if enraged at being dispelled earlier. It looped itself around Alison's arm, forming an even thicker layer of protection around it, and sharpening once more into a vicious looking spike protruding from the underside of her palm. "That's what you get for making me use my ultimate form! PRINCESS OF SHADOWS!"

The imposing figure clad in black armor swooped forward at a frightening speed straight towards the spider, and Alison screamed in half-excitement and half-fear as she felt shards of concentrated darkness rocket everywhere from her body; her neck, her head, the arm that Predator wasn't coming out from, even her stomach. As the spider lies stunned, the first shard slams into it. Immediately, she feels a magnetic pull from that shard, as though calling out for its comrades to join it. A casual thought, and every other shard homes in on the spider, turning it into a pincushion even as Alison pierces it with her Predator at full speed. 

[i]AHAHAHA! This is what it's like to be magic! I love this place![/i]