It's far more of a thing than even Anna was really prepared for—were she in her right mind, she wouldn't know whether this was an echo's doing or the beasthood or something else entirely. But she wasn't, and from the looks of things she might not be back in her right mind for some time. Like a feather in a whirlwind, she whipped herself towards the thing that had stolen the chance for blood from her and dashed forward so quickly she might not even have been touching the ground.

The girl was fast, yes. And she was fortunate to be leading the rogue intoner, the sixth or seventh or however many there truly were, down a path that included some of the other beasts of this town. Being faster than the next slowest prey seemed to be working, as the flower seized hold of Anna's body and controlled her into slicing up a maddened beast that she normally would have handled with far more care. The wounds uncauterized, she let herself all but bathe in its blood.

Yet still the flower yearned for more. With the beast down and the prey she'd been chasing still within scent's range, she lifted her head and began her menacing chase anew, towards the lake.