The compulsions are too powerful, the transformation you underwent sufficient to ensure that you will always fight and strive to win for the glory of the dark coterie. You take an almost sadistic pleasure in the swish and whistle of your fan as you use it to both deflect magical attacks and launch your own punishing strikes.

It is over altogether too quickly, the four girls exhausted - battered and bruised - bleeding from the many cuts of your fan. With their energies spent, they cannot resist as you bind them securely hand and foot, razor-sharp nails on your right hand almost playfully drawing blood from their cheeks.