Distant battle echoes fill the air as the trembling princess whispers in tears in Japanese as if she were begging "Onegaidesu. Watashi no min o sukuu no o tetsudattekudasai.". A dark, swirling aura erupts around her, her skin takes on an elegant tanned shade as her physique reshapes itself, developing robust, agile muscles and a powerful, sculpted form. Her blonde hair cascades into wild waves, her figure maturing as pieces of ornate, obsidian armor materialize and lock into place across her body with resonant clangs. A helmet descends on her head, a sword blazing into existence in her hand. A sensual smile graces her lips as she breathes, "Watashitachiha hitotsudesu," her voice a low, confident purr.