Just a little something, nasty and dark.

Medusa grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and pushed her down, getting a grunt out of her mouth as she made her knees hit the ground.

The black blood dress hadn't disappeared after she had kicked her scythe partner out of the way, which drew her curiosity. If Maka was able to keep this up without Soul, the black blood infection should have progressed greatly inside her. To say nothing of the madness.

Touching it, the gown didn't feel much different from normal fabric. Medusa gathered it was mostly made of the threads of her normal clothes, coated in black blood. In solidity, it probably had nothing on Crona's own armor. Pulling out a vector arrow, she used it to poke at the cloth. At first, it seemed to bounce on it but when she put more strength, it teared through and Maka winced in pain. Medusa started tugging and stretching the fabric to see how it was woven across the body and whether it was removable.

"What the heck are you touching?!"

Maka's face had gone pale, then red as she tried to hit Medusa's hands away from her. Without even bothering to deflect her blows, Medusa simply went on exploring the heavy layers of the gown's bottoms, pressing harder on Maka's nape with her arm.

"Don't get too excited now," she warned as her fingers slipped under the dress and against the dark grey pantyhose.

Tipping over despite her scratched knees to free one of her legs, Maka let herself fall as she aimed for a hit in the stomach with her stiletto. Unable to completly dodge, Medusa grit her teeth to wisthstand it, before grabbing ahold of Maka's soft blond hair and pulling.

"Say, Maka," and with that name, the fake gentle tone of the kind nurse slipped easily through her tongue, "don't you think it's a bit foolish to try using your enemy's own weapon against them?"

Magic sparkled between her fingers, spreading to the black threads and instantly, the solidified blood turned back to gooey liquid. Maka shrieked as it came trickling around her shoulders, hips and legs. Her face, previously red and contorted by rage, left place to pure embarrasment as she desperately tried to cover herself.

The processus stopped halfway through, leaving dangling bits of mushy fabric covering parts of her body. Medusa slightly released her hold on Maka, who only curled-up more to better hide her exposed chest as she cursed at her.

"Ooh, so you can at least control it this much."

Her comment was only met with more cursing. She rubbed her thumb across the half-transformed material to study its texture and Maka shivered when the finger brushed against her skin, clasping her breasts more tightly.

"Don't be childish, what's the point over being bothered by something like that?"

"Aren't you tired of mocking me?!"

Medusa blinked, looking at the angry tears falling down Maka's flushed cheeks. She had been completly serious and found it frankly ridiculous how easily Maka would always let herself be messed with. Sighing, Medusa teared her hands away from her chest.

"Look, it's just flesh," and saying that, she gropped a breast coldly, as an example.

One remaining thread snapped like a broken piano cord, tearing part of Medusa's clothes. A trickle of blood soon dripped from the exposed skin. Medusa blinked again and even Maka looked surprised at what had happened. It seemingly was a first.

"Interesting."

Medusa smiled.

"Let's see what else you can do, shall we?"