Oh, I think not. It happened so quickly that it was hard to make out exact details, but the thing that faced the terrified Arkayn didn't seem much like the Victoria that Belphanior and Otto had known. Her fingernails were long talons now, and her beautiful face was locked in a twisted, demonic expression of sheer, unbridled fury. She was covered with blood. The name's Otto.
War is hell.
Only difference is, I'm gonna live. As she slowly, tentatively opened her eyes, the girl's first thought was that she was looking at an angel. You're awake, my child. You've suffered a grievous injury, and you've been delirious and half-conscious for days. To be sure, at first we weren't sure whether you'd make it.