The Siren appeared in a shining example of 'wrongness' making the grossest noises, appearing with the most grotesque creature at her side, while also having the worst intentions of any singular individual they'd met so far. Surely she didn't believe she was doing the collection of body parts with her any kindness by letting it exist the way it did. Obviously she should know how gross it was to be so obviously pining for the attentions of a man for just physical aspects of his beauty which beyond all things would have been marred by the process if it were even possible to attain them in the first place. But it didn't matter, according to Kou the death of the Queen wouldn't stop the people's revolution. "Tsk," no matter. She'd still get what she wanted. "Oh? So you intend to fight my greatest creation? And me? Silly human child..." were the words of the woman. The amalgamation of body parts which was her pet, stepped forward. Its body pulsing with blood magic not unlike the earlier shock seen in Sazanami. But instead of punishing it, it urged it forward. It swung its arms wildly but attacked swiftly aiming to drop both its arms down atop the much smaller lad with the weight of its hefty body behind it. All while the Siren gave it directions. "Break his arms and legs, avoid that beautiful face of his~" she said as her own hands seemed to move about her body attentively feeding her own arousal. While the drops of the beasts arms occurred to land atop the lad's shoulders instead of his head, per her directions.
"Kimi, you want to kill her too right? It's not just me this time..." asked Seriri of the Dragonoid who outwardly showed nothing but those jewel red eyes of hers seemed to shine with some untold emotion. "Yes." was all the Dragonoid said, but there was much weight behind it. All the while, the Siren chose to try and manipulate the lad she was fighting against. Her aim to get into his head. "Oh? Fighting alone won't do will it. Did your little Dragon abandon you at the first sign of trouble... I've read a Dragon letting go of its mate is a bad sign," mentioned the woman, there was power in her words, like she aimed to have them influence the lad in some way. "Or maybe you are just a pet and she doesn't care at all..." she finished up. Tatsuki's right hand opened and closed and within it appeared a long sword with a pattern on it like her scales, which she laid across her body as she floated in the air. Her patience though normally massive was running quite thin with this ill-informed sea creature. "Dragons don't take interest in their pets. Nor do they take mates who are... lesser," she said firmly. That was it, Tatsuki had let go of the lad, because she could trust him to take care of himself. And because her instincts said if he couldn't then he wasn't equal. There was also the fact that if a Dragon considered something a pet, then the idea of breeding with it was non-existent. Dragons were higher order creatures, they didn't confuse their desires.