So he'd evaded them both, had he? Not bad, for an old man. However, as the bloody needle made contact with the woman's side, it simply dissolved, returning to liquid and cushioning her against the impact of the monk's arm. Did he really think he could use her own blood against her? How naive. With the impact minimized, she utilized the excess momentum to spin herself around to face her opponent, a look of pure amusement painting her face as he summoned a small storm within the confines of the temple. She knew exactly what was running through his head; he planned to use this storm to disperse the scarlet mist that she'd been diffusing into the air before she could properly make use of it.

Useless.

Even as he filled the winds with water, whipping the storm into a typhoon, the scarlet mist remained completely unphased; even subjected to gale force winds, it didn't so much as stir. Of course not. After all, this wasn't simply a fog bank made out of blood; this was a bounded field. Dispersing this sort of barrier through mundane methods like wind and water, even when elevated to typhoon conditions, was impossible. Then, the monk turned his attention to her. Did he really still think he could win?

Laughable.

As the cyclone began to swirl around her, the woman reeled backwards, violently shedding a tremendous amount of blood just before the storm became too dense for Renault to see what was happening inside. As the ice and lightning went flying into the center of the vortex, they certainly hit something, but with the limited visibility it was difficult to tell what. A few seconds later, as the storm finally began to clear, something slowly came into focus; something red. As the dust settled, it became clear that this red thing was some sort of dome...almost like a shell. Indeed, it seemed as though the woman had utilized the humors exsanguinated from her body in order to form a protective shell of crystallized blood around her person, intercepting both the lightning and the ice with relative ease while she remained completely unharmed within.

And now...

A faint, sinister chuckle began to echo from within the shell, slowly giving way to a fit of wild, joyous laughter as it melted back into liquid blood, simultaneously releasing the enormous buildup of scarlet mist which had been accumulating within, flooding the room with billowing plumes of vaporized blood until it was, at last, completely filled by her crimson fog. Then, as soon as the barrier was complete, the mist suddenly began to concentrate at the temple's ceiling, forming a cover of scarlet clouds before the red rain finally descended; droplets of condensed blood the size of paintballs cascading down from above, leaving the entire room drenched with blood within seconds. The woman, for her part, was completely hysterical now, laughing wildly into the night as she was completely consumed by the euphoria of this reverie of descending blood, the hood of her robe falling back to reveal the few disheveled, golden locks that had managed to free themselves from her bandages, before a moment later they too were painted scarlet. Then, she managed to compose herself for just an instant; just long enough to lower her head, stare Renault in the eyes with that feral, bloodthirsty gaze and utter a single word:

"Die."

As soon as that word left her lips, the rain suddenly stopped. It wasn't that the rain had stopped falling, but rather that the rain had literally stopped falling, leaving thousands of raindrops suspended in mid-air, as though time itself had frozen...and for Renault, it probably felt as though it had. Then, without warning, a hundred bloody needles shot from the floor and surrounding raindrops, assaulting the monk relentlessly from every conceivable angle at once and leaving absolutely zero chance for escape.

This was her trump card. Her Scarlet Weather Rhapsody.