Baiken had to admit, the headaches were annoying, but that ability was impressive none the less. She'd need another watch of it to fully understand what happened, though she couldn't argue with the results.

Pulling her pipe from her lips, she passed it over to Frisk, just to hold for her for the moment, as she stepped forward, at a fairly relaxed pace, towards the dragon. Unlike Frisk's almost heroic looking gold aura that shined when they had activated their Melody, Baiken's was profoundly different.

Crimson, like blood, flowing in and around her, a swirl of something cold and alarming, that most people beholding would find pierced right to their animal instincts of fearing for their own life. The energy was murderous, the true aura of a killer, red and menacing.

It all seems to crescendo, tension building and building, until in a flash, a literal blinding flash, Frisk could hear Baiken's sword being drawn, but nothing else seems to happen. The aura is gone, her sword is sheathed once more, and she takes back her pipe when she returns to where she'd been standing before, plopping herself down to continue smoking.

"Pay the respects to the Palace of Yama," she speaks, quietly, before the dragon collapsed, a spray of crimson mist shooting upward. That was the impact of Garyou Tensei.