A: Home Base - Before the fighting really starts, Rose can be found sitting out of the way, her skin grey and grimdark, her body still wrapped in the faintly unsettling glowing black aura. A week of not being able to speak to anyone has taken its toll, and she looks...almost lonely, really, behind the frustration in her eyes. And an edge of eagerness. If they were right, this should 'fix' her, even if she doesn't remember being fixed before. And if they were wrong, and least she was going to get to work off some aggression.

B: Distraction - Rose was not pulling any punches out there. Floating fifteen or so feet off the ground, she practically radiated dark energy, and if someone squinted, they might see a wall of twisted, vicious tentacles that seemed to hover, indistinct, in the air behind her. The cloud of darkness around her wasn't indistinct anymore, it was almost a physical thing, writhing as she moved, and her eyes were glowing, empty black orbs.

She was holding the thorns in her hands, and she raised one of them and a thirty foot chunk of rubble from nearby wrenched itself free of the ground and went hurling away, smashing into the enemy lines as if thrown from a catapult, rolling over men and machines before finally stopping. Okay. This was starting to make her feel better...