Teresa had already been moving through the area silently, feeling the press of madness against herself without the helpful enthusiasm of her partner. This world was something she needed to learn for herself, and that included the harsh coldness that came when she was exposed to madness. Normally, she found it easy to ignore because she was in the throes of battle; she could take out her excellent combat skills on Kishin Eggs.

No, this was a test to see how she managed without combat to ease her the push that seemed to thrum inside of her. She knew it well, the once eager push to just let go and release her youma energy. Just let her eyes change, her face contort, her body to twist into that pitiful agony of changing. Just do it, become something that could show that little up-start Priscilla that one as great as her need not show mercy.

What a pitiful word.

Her silver eyes snapped over to the strange little man demanding who was first, and her fist clenched as it would around her Claymore hilt. A smile brightened her expression as she turned towards him, and she stepped towards him with a predatory look. He wanted to fight, did he? She didn't feel any youki from him, but that was no matter. She would break his limbs one-by-one and prove how much mercy she had to give now.

She stepped directly in his path, staring and smiling. "So be it," she repeated his words. "Just know that whatever resistance you mount is utterly futile. I will show no mercy."