Bathory made quick work of the bodies that flanked ahead, using her umbrella and biting into her finger to scatter the blood across its ridges, letting it act as a sawblade once properly coated. Spinning it around in one grip and ducking down, she'd allow the dead to decapitate themselves, watching them throw their un-life away, the stains and smears of their rotten flesh tainting the accessory. As she would watch them reanimate once more and keep the assault coming, she'd use both to create a viscous shield, a barrier to act as a platform for herself and block off the dead's hands from reaching her. A roar echoed from the two, with the Countess looking back and seeing the dead Toxic Dragon crashed down, as the residents of Orochi were at each other's throats.
Both had the same idea, and both rushed ahead to take it for themselves. Only one would succeed in taking it
The Zombies swarmed in a wave of body parts, desperate to reach and pass it around like a ball, the mountains of hands gripping and tossing, being careful to preserve as much of the body as possible. In that same vain, Bathory would try to reach out as much as she can, letting her bleeding finger seep into the beast's wounds and skin. Every time she was close, it was pulled away from her seconds after, a rubber banding to force her in using more energy and weaken herself in the process. An obvious ploy as this 'change' was presented for Ji-Mon. She would have to take a gamble if she wants to secure the beast. Right as she was close, she'd pull one of her arms back, letting her slash into the dead's necks, letting it spray and be used as stairs to climb her way up. Once she reached to the top, she could see where the injury was.
Stabbed into the middle, the body left to decompose and fester, mushrooms already beginning to sprout out of both the wound and the orifices that would let it leak. Right as she prepared herself, the beast would start to open its blank eyes, before issuing such toxins out into the air, shaking itself off in order to prevent anyone from getting closer, much less interact. Seeing the poison spray, the gaping wound visible, Bathory would conclude he has control of the beast at such a far distance. Something was allowing him to act without the need of directly casting the beast towards her. "AIM FOR HER HEART!! SHE'S RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!!!" A loud shout by Ji-Mon, a command that propelled the zombified behemoth to ram its head through her stomach. A direct hit, but not enough to pierce through her. Such an assassination would be met by the Poison Dragon spinning its three circles, slashing and ripping Bathory down as much as possible, as if she was being defeathered like a chicken. As such blood spilt down, ravaging the necrotic beast, the Countess would take hold and pull it down, aiming to drag it into the ground and scrape such flesh off, whilst her blood would invade and cleanse out such corruption. As she tried to, she'd notice from the wound that the anatomy is completely off.
Aside from the different organs and vessels that acts as its circulatory system, it doesn't have a clear shape to define as the needed organs to detox the blood. Because of its different anatomy, she'd try to go for another play, as she'd watch the Toxin Dragon bellow out its roar and hose her down in such ailments, crashing into the outskirts of the city, leaving behind a massive cloud and a crater, the trees once brimming with life withered into mere husks. Ji-Mon would try to chase after, scaling up to the walls in order to see if his magic was enough to put her down, though as he did, he'd start to hear more violent sounds. Screeches and whimpers, screams and groans, the silhouette of the beast taken down piece by piece. The dust began to part, and from it...
SHIKK!!!
A deep cut, a slash from one of the claws from the beast, ripping through him before recoiling back. Ji-Mon couldn't see where the attack came from, the cloud being used as camouflage to hide it. Few more began to appear, forcing him to back away and take control, burning the wick further, feeling his body begin to weaken. "If you're going to turn something to a corpse, I might as well do the same..." the voice echoed, as the Dragon lunged ahead, its vast shape overwhelming and slamming the Necromancer into a building, straight through an open window, shards and cloth stabbing and wrapping around him. He'd struggle his way out of the binds, basked under the swelling sun, watching the roof be ready to cave in. Once he leapt through the window and evaded his death, the massive shadow loomed behind him. He almost didn't want to turn around, didn't want to see what she's done, but the visual, nay, the idea was already in his mind.
She must've killed the beast, the small droplets of blood coming down and hitting his skin, implying she dissected the creature to ensure her magic invades and destroys from the inside out. Slobber and bile was also felt in his opposite shoulder, implying such cognitive functions were thrown away, a mere set-back in the eyes of domination. Of Annihilation. "Well? Aren't you going to prattle on about how 'Change is everything'? Or has this specific change froze you over?" She'd ask, her voice booming as she'd be seen atop the beast, the stitching from such raw flesh visible, pumping and beating in a steady rhythm.
She's let it die, so she can puppet the body over with her blood. A new fluid was beginning to dribble down. A wine that was already entering his nose, hitting his senses raw. She changed the Dragon to something else...