Mela's standing in front of the woman, bruised and battered, hands clenched into fists. Except...it's not the woman anymore, not really-her face is twisted up, no longer beautiful in it's anger, and her body is that of a spider, 8 legs reaching out and sinking into the grass. They glare at each other, breathing heavily
Mela: ENOUGH Joro! He's gone-it's not worth fighting over anymore-
???: He'll come back...your victims ALWAYS come back to you...
Mela: You don't need him!
???: But I WANT him...