>>5496193By the time the rubberhose thrashing came to an end, James Craddock was essentially knocked out cold. Holding the currently corporealized specter in hand, you merely grunted before tossing him against the wall like a bug. “Punny Englishman...” You mutter, slowly turning your frenzy eyes towards Nocturna.
Currently, you stood as a towering juggernaut of eight to ten feet, boasting an even more well-endowed and empowered physique. Silvery white hair turned into onyx black, now radiating with a nocturnal silky glow. Their ears elongated to that of an elf’s, eyes turned crimson with a black sclera, and the lioness traits gave way to a more harpy appearance. Although traces of that lioness element remained despite this. Even your ancient champion armor saw change as it was now emboldened with the design of an eagle or in this case a griffin. The Guardian Cherub of the Gods.
Nocturna who was battered and bruised couldn’t believe what she was seeing. No longer was she nor Gentleman’s Ghost drained any further, but the divine arcana that had empowered them was all but gone. Leaving them with just the alteration from their transformation and the magical essence from Gotham’s magical hotbed. Not that this would help the vampire as she was on her last leg. Now staring at the monster she ended up creating as you start to ready yourself to pounce at her. Leaving her just enough to let the fear sink in but not enough before regret could overtake her.
With a single hop, you slung yourself at Nocturna, tackling them with tremendous force as you bounce around the curches walls. Each collision was met with a powerful blow, typically a punch with some kicks thrown in for good measure. Upon connecting, Nocturna would be flung further from you to repeat the process once again. For all of her musclebound might and psychic power, it would do her no good in disrupting your blitzkrieg. Like with Gothika, Nocturna and by extension Gentleman Ghost found themselves getting thrashed by your lightning-fast movement and earth-shattering blows.
Unlike Gentleman Ghost Nocturna was only biologically immortal, so the threat of death was right around the corner for her. However, she did generally have a high level of resistance and endurance in addition to the empowerment of the night. But like the specter, this only made her a fitting punching bag as you lay down the smackdown on them. The only thing that kept your beastly state from actually murdering them was your humanity. Tempering your monstrously herculean strength and explosively ferociously as you gradually return to your senses. Unfortunately, take out your pent-up frustrations on them until you reached that point.