He placed his hand atop hers -- no, that was incorrect. He placed his hand into hers, his fingers passing quite alarmingly into her flesh as if it was liquid. The old man spent a moment fidgeting within her, fingers swimming disturbingly through her wrist, before he released the nugget of power.

Abruptly, all sensation changed. Her hand exploded outwards into a writhing, seething mess of that same biomass that was her opponent, before settling back into a normal hand shape... but it wasn't a normal hand. It had no bones, flesh, sinew, skin. It was simply one big hunk of indeterminate tissue sitting on the end of her hand. Tissue that could be extended to plunge through the ground and burst upwards beneath a foe, if she so chose, but otherwise as functional as her hand had been.