"Yep! Okay here comes the part where I'm a little out of it for a minute, hold the questions-"

The morphing speeds up. Horns. Red hair. A slightly wider and taller frame, with narrower hips.

"How do you like the new me? I love shifting into her, ready to kick ass and win, but I get bored so easily like this if I'm not doing something."

Eva grins with teeth. "Nice. I like the broadcasting, it's its own thing. I get bored pretty easily too. You said you played a death game once, I figure you've got training - want to spar? Not like seriously or anything, I'm out of your weight class, but for fun."

"Hot." comments Hannah. And: "I'd like to watch that."

"You think you'd beat me that easy? With magic, yeah, probably. Sure. Any particular style, any particular place? Should I go full combat mode? Fucks up my metabolism for a bit after but I do like showing off."

Eva hums. "I'd like to see what you can do in your full combat mode; I can just wish you a preloaded Ring of Sustenance to absorb the shock. I'll bring gear as if I were on a scouting assignment of a zero-magic world - pistol and athame. I'll load with rubber bullets, unless your combat form can shrug off the regular kind. Wooden athame, same deal. Normally I'd fight to the death but I can't guarantee I can reconstruct your lovely body so we'll do first blood. Do you need a weapon? We have all kinds."

"Honestly a gunfight sounds like it'd go to you pretty easy. Guns are OP. Any fancy magic on the gun and knife? If not I can handle it for real as long as you don't shoot fifty cal at my neck. Just... Remember I'm not a cop or anything, I'm not a pro." Grimace. "I'm feeling like a polearm today but that's just a whim. Short blades are redundant in combat form."

"Antimagic rules, no enchantments on anything. I could go with my dagger alone against you with a spear and it'd probably be something near fair with your augs factored in. Want to try it?"

"Kinda hard to tell what's a fair fight without trying it. Let's do it."

Eva makes a door, and through it is a large fighting ring with bleachers surrounding. She steps into the middle and pulls a steel dagger from nowhere. 

"I'm ready."

Hannah takes a position on the bleachers. "Want me to count off the round start?"

"Works for me."

"Hey now, gimmie another minute. Taking a couple minutes to get ready for a fight isn't ideal but that's the hand I have."

"That's cool. Oh, and I should get you a spear."

She appears a weapon rack at the side of the arena. "Pick whichever you like."

She hefts a few spears until she finds one she likes the balance of. She breathes deeply and stretches a bit longer, moving in a contained, precise way, then walks into the middle of the ring.

"Ready."

"Three, two, one, now."

Eva readies her knife and begins to circle.

Changeling now looks... Somewhat wrinkled and a little ugly, actually. It's the subdermal armor over crucial areas, it disturbs the skin quite a bit. The knee, elbow, finger, and ankle spikes don't help.

She circles as well, grinning, grip rock steady on her weapon.

Suddenly- Leap forward, a long jump with close to zero windup to indicate it, spearpoint first, carrying her just off the ground so she can slam her talons feet down and change direction if she has to.

Eva leaps sideways, away from the blow, and throws her knife as she does. Unless Changeling can somehow change direction in midair, that knife is going to go thunk into her center of mass.

She snaps one leg down a surprising distance at great speed, lifting her up but also jarring her whole body and knocking her sideways, towards Eva again. She bats at the knife with the spear haft and misses, but she dodged enough that the blade doesn't draw blood, just cuts her jacket.

She's a little shocked Eva just gave up her weapon like that and so - hesitates, what's she planning - doesn't follow up and press very intelligently, just stabs the spear at her opponent when she's probably already dodged further backwards.

Eva dodges, goes for the spearhaft and wrenches. She's strong, and she knows just where to put her leverage. If Changeling just holds on the spearhaft might snap.

(She's grinning, her blood is up and she might lose and it's THRILLING.)

Changeling is very strong, like this. Her muscles are still made of protein, but only just.

You know what's biological? Electrocytes. The cells electric eels use to generate their disabling shocks. How does Eva feel about a ZAP delivered through the metal spear haft?

The spear haft snaps. Changeling lets go of the broken end of it and - overbalances - rolls and tries to aim her ankle spike into Eva as she snaps back upright.

Eva swears loudly. The shock got her for sure, but she's not stunned; she flips over the broken spearpoint in her hand and now she has an improvised dagger. She presses with it, just barely avoiding catching the ankle as she approaches. 

Changeling trades blows with Eva for a while. She's fast, but not quite as fast as Eva herself, and nowhere near as skilled, and relying on being able to absorb blows or having claws on both hands only helps so much.

So, in a moment calculated for maximum surprise and confusion, she sharply exhales a cloud of glitterdust, hopefully distracting Eva long enough for the spray of skin-contact paralytic venom her finger-claws suddenly release to splash across some bare skin.

She doesn't see it coming, and the sudden ranged attack catches her off-guard. She feels her arm go numb and slump by her side, and can tell her time is short, so she makes a final lunge with the remaining arm, daring Changeling's claws. It's sloppy, but she has to end this now. 

The speartip-knife skids over her wrist, then draws a long line of blood up one of Changeling's forearms before getting stuck and wedged in something close to her elbow. 

Changeling falls backwards and tries to swipe at Eva on the way down out of reflex, but misses, lands flat on her back with a loud smack and immediately shouts, "Yield!"