Unelma saw the giant wave and she didn't have time to move unfortunately she was swept backwards and drenched in water. She muttered a small word, to quiet for any ear to hear. She was dry again. But this time she was pissed. No one does that to her.

She dropped her sword and touched the chain. She said calmly one sentence;

"Hell Spawn thine latter and combine with thou who has deemed it possible"

Her chain was digging into her arm tightening harder and harder. I sunk right into the flesh and the bottom of it was encased in a flesh tomb. She spun around and the chain wrapped around her neck still sinking. Her skin took a slight red tint and her eyes darkened to a hue of pure black. out of her back came a pair of winds torn and wrapped in chains. Out of both wrists drooped two ends of chains. She advanced on this petty solider with wroth.