This is the form Dzivia takes when she has decided that violence is the only acceptable answer. This form disturbs her, and often others who see it, as it is surrounded by an aura of despair which enhances any pain recieved, in an effort to encourage her enemies to flee rather than face death. She has plated herself in heavy chitinous plates infused with potent neurotoxins extracted from fauna and flora she has met in her many years roaming Xandius, to be released when the armor is in motion. She has equipped herself with talons honed to an aetheric edge, capable of slicing through the very soul of her opponent, and rending it from their corporeal form. She has molded her tendons and musculature to the utmost physical state her size will allow, and has formed herself into a reaping sickle to end that which threatens her and hers. This is the only form she has ever held shame for.

-Aurastrider the Story Teller