Bathory would watch as the swarm came in, some being quick to break apart their limbs and toss it over, impaling it on the wall to act as footings for the rest to climb up with ease. She'd be quick to take advantage of the blood resting on the ground, a quick rise from her hands to act as skewers and impale them from behind, standing on top of one of such points to measure out the scenario. As she does, the bodies began to climb up, using each other as personal ladders to get ahead and try to grab her by the ankle. Bathory simply extended the spike's length, contorting it around in a shape where she can stand above while not having to worry about the dead's approach. Ji-Mon, seeing this, would allow the mass blob to slam into those spikes, using the weight to break them and topple her back down. Seeing such volume approach, she'd be quick to slant the spikes, letting it bend and mold around the mass, trapping it, preventing it from further advancing and breaking the area itself.
Annoyed, Ji-Mon would rush ahead and take matters to his own hands, allowing him to carry a zombie on his back over to the spikes and throw the body at her. She'd be quick to deflect using her umbrella, but such a block would result in the Necromancer grabbing ahold and pulling it close, letting him get a nasty headbutt in, almost pushing her off from the impact. Bathory would blow up the small part of the bloodied spike, letting it spread and act as a platform. The mass wouldn't let up, letting it part itself in half and spread out, shaping into two, massive hands. Such hands reached out, both as a living ladder to let the other corpses rise, as well as the chance to attack, swinging around to swat out the woman that was in close quarters. Ji-Mon, furthermore, would set up his own swing, going down low so he can aim for a corkscrew at her pancreas and gall bladder. As she was swarmed on both sides once more, she'd be quick to let herself fall, noting the dead bodies littered around, letting the remnants of such sanguine enter into whatever orifice was available. In the blink of an eye, those bodies began to inflate, popping like balloons, spreading more blood and having it wrap around Bathory like a cocoon, protecting her from the onslaughts, as well as letting the wave flush down the zombies back onto the spikes, as well as pushing the Necromancer back.
Such damages would result in more blood loss by the decayed, more floods beginning to come down. Bathory would make such waves crash and push down buildings upon buildings, wreckages from the broken homes the only thing left standing. Ji-Mon kept his confidence up, letting him recreate the macabre bodies into a makeshift skitter bug to slip and slide across the newly made oceans, quickly sending more zombies out to blockade with whatever's available, a personal population brought forth to impede the bastardized water. Even with such restraints, the Countess was quick on scaling up, walking across the red sea as if she was the Son himself. "Y'now, you've chosen the worst opponent to face out of everyone else. With Taro, he would've struggled with the mass numbers, and even my own Son would have to hide away from the large blob you call a beast. I, on the other hand, can simply have my blood enter into your creatures and blow them up, creating more in the process. A simple transfusion, for sure, but an effective one."
"So what, I have way more zombies to counter your little red splash here!" Ji-Mon's retort only stifled a laugh out of the Countess.
"You're not understanding my point. With every body you bring, there is a small chance you're bringing blood to me. Sure, it's rotten and unusable, but it is blood nonetheless. A Gel that can be malleable and strong enough to surround and decompose anything around it. If anything..." Her words lingered as she'd make such a connection, quickly rising the sea and letting it morph, replicating the bodies she extracted it from. "...You just gave me the army you wanted to kill me with~!!" A snap of her fingers would have the masses rush ahead. Ji-Mon would be pushed back further, dodging and evading as much as he can, but inevitably was overwhelmed. Scratched, clawed, bit, torn. No mercy was left on the Necromancer's body, beaten down bloody and bruised, a set of wounds that Bathory quickly exploited by letting it flood into his system. "And just like that, the game is over. You should've picked a more suitable opponent, my dear. Now, tell me where exactly Envy and the others are. I would like to end this world before any more casualties are made, thank you very much." She'd ask politely, snootily looking up as if she didn't wish to adhere to such attention for a potentially dead Magi.
What she didn't notice, however, was that through such a transfusion, Ji-Mon would feel the very gel that was once his army of the dead. As soon as they connected, they just as quickly ceased, not pushing a further inch. Bathory would be confused, looking down to see why she's not hearing such pains or woes emitted from him, shocked to find he was stable and still alive. "Their flesh... They're stuck with the blood. During decomposition, when it becomes that gel state, it gets glued onto the bodies to wear it down. That's how we end up getting that rotten look and the exposed bones out of their skin. Their flesh and blood became one... It still counts as a Zombie, even if they were reduced to that very blood!" His smile was visible under the torn talisman, almost ear-to-ear as the liquid bodies began to twitch and distort, snapping their heads to stare back at the creator who brought them to life in the first place. They were quick on rushing ahead, even extracting out the blood and saving him from a grim fate, before being reduced back to a mere wave as they tried to approach the Countess, drenching her, but otherwise doing no damage.
A stalemate, as her crimson eyes locked on towards the Necromancer. A Fluke, for sure, but at the same time, a surprise he'd even consider to let the flesh invade and attack at a cellular level. She may need to cleanse the blood out properly to avoid dealing with the dead's influence.