Its head whips around toward her. There are no pupils in its eyes. Only pale, glowing whites. Matching the flickering of its right hand. There's no more Shiro left. Just the Beast.

And it recognizes Ange.

The way it moves is reminiscent of a stuttering video. It jerks and lunges, starting and stopping and shaking. But every single little motion is fast. A high speed playback as it charges at her. This face is familiar. It knows her. It remembers what she can do. Speed is necessary - it has to overwhelm her if it wants any chance of the upper hand.

So it lunges.

It makes to grab Ange.