She transforms back into her natural form and leads the way to the entrance, launching herself out to skim across the wavetops before circling around higher to head inland.

She laughs and - almost on a whim, exhilarated and wanting to keep up - activates the Mangekyou willingly for the first time since she was imprisoned.

Susano'o unfolds around her, brilliant and sleek - a shifting, glowing thing, made of dark red chakra that flickers like fire, an enormous humanoid she sits at the heart of - one with a cat's face under an ornate helmet, a cat's tail emerging from the complicated armor, four arms ending with cat's paws holding an ethereal bow, sword, and dagger - and enormous black feathered wings that gleam like a raven's emerging from its back.

Her wingspan isn't quite as wide as Ellisaria's - but she's actually decently close, and she takes off into the sky with powerful beats, pursuing Ellisaria.

"Quite the clever trick, cat not-so-little."

"Not quite as teachable as the rest, though." Swoop!

She tucks her wings and dives low, skimming the treetops.

She's new to flying - but a quick learner, and that looks fun - 

She follows after, and then tries to pull ahead. 

They can go out a little further than Ellisaria had planned. No need to cut this race short.

Certainly not on her account. 

Excellent.

Then through a sufficiency of twists, turns, dives, and tricks, they come at last to a flat-ish area midway up a mountain that will make suitable arena. Ellisaria settles in for a landing.

Her Susano'o folds in as she lands, wrapping closer around her. 

"This location will serve. There is nothing important in a radius of several miles. Do try to contain yourself within that."

"I'll be good." Mostly. 

"We'll see." Her tail lashes. "Now, where to begin..."

A dance, or a fight? 

Let's say a dance, til they get used to each other's movements.

Then a dance it is. (Her chakra flares again.)

Ellisaria uses her entire body as her weapon, teeth and claws and tail and fiery breath, dangerous in all directions. She stakes a claim to a certain space, and owns it. And more, she does not do so alone. Constructs of stone summoned from the earth, elementals of fire and ash animated from the trail of her breath, expendable soldiers to guard her flanks and further harry her foe.

Black fire that eats even stone trails from her wings, and black lightning crackles around her blades and arrows, and she responds to Ellisaria like everything they're doing was choreographed well in advance. 

It's certainly a more even match than she was expecting.

She stops holding back a bit.

The girl matches her, step for step.

Fun.

For both of them. 

Indeed.

The battlefield is a smoking, gouged ruin by the time their dance is finished.

She winds to a stop with a sweeping bow.

Ellisaria dips her head.

"Well run, little cat."