[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] 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.