Blood rushes in Dahlia’s ears. She's caught and killed and eaten hundreds of people at this point, but this is the most fun it's ever sounded. She wouldn't even be too terribly remiss to lose this game.

"Sounds like a good time. I look forward to seeing what you decide... if you can beat me." They enter the treeline, obscuring the both of them. In a grotesque transformation--- hair blackening and spreading over her skin, teeth lengthening, horns and wings errupting from her--- she turns into a wicked creature with bat-like wings, cloven hooves, and a face like a cow skull. The smell of blood begins to reek from her fanged mouth, and she speaks in a distorted voice.

"Rrreadyyyy. Or. Notttt."

And with that, she launches into the trees on leather wings, vanishing.