[X] Go into Shintai
-[X] "Pretender? Godling?" Your laugh is dark and throaty. And as you laugh, your voice transforms, becoming something altogether inhuman, the sound of brass twisted upon itself into a shrieking melody of tortured metal, underpinned by the howling of a distant, merciless arctic wind that somehow easily drowns out the rushing air swirling around the ruptured jet cabin that has become your latest battlefield. The laughter ceases abruptly, your surroundings tremble as if reality strains to contain your presence, and then you are more.
[X] Go into Shintai
-[X] "Pretender? Godling?" You hiss, some ancient feeling beyond memory coming to the forefront of your mind. "I. Am. Exalted!" You state with utter certainty that the title you claim is greater than any other, the last syllable punctuated by a terrible explosion of bone freezing wind and flesh cutting iron as the world itself trembles hearing your claim.
[X] Hostages do not matter if you kill her first
-[x][stunt]The chaos in the plane becomes complete as Wings of Aetheryc Spite does a barrel roll, but you knew it was coming and take full advantage.