[She feels it, his hand against her skin, the start of the empathy bond, but something overrides it quickly.
It feels similar to changing at the full moon, where the beast inside her wants to take over, to run on instinct, to rip and tear its prey. Usually, she can keep it under control, but it becomes quickly apparent that that won't be the case this time. The edges of her vision darken as her mind becomes focused on one goal; survive at any cost.
If that means tearing anything in her way apart, then so be it. Her animalistic tendencies move to the forefront of her mind as she pulls the dagger Daisy made her from its sheath, a white-knuckle grip around the handle as her knees bend into a tense crouch.
The first soldier starts to turn the corner and she's already running, closing the distance in no time at all; a human wouldn't be able to move that fast, even if the eye can track her. She launches herself low at the man, who yells in surprise, her dagger catching him in the gut before it shocks him into quick submission. She pulls the weapon sharply to the side, and it carves through his insides and anything he's wearing with little difficulty. Blood sprays across the nearby wall as the other soldiers start shouting to each other in surprise.
She takes one look at them, their proximity to her, and crouches again, pressing her fingertips into the floor and concentrating on her ability. The air around her seems to flex, and then everything around her is pushed forcibly away from her. Any objects in the hallway fly away and crash into each other, the soldiers slam into walls or catapult down the hall. Even the walls themselves buckle at the force, caving in slightly.]
cw: violence
It feels similar to changing at the full moon, where the beast inside her wants to take over, to run on instinct, to rip and tear its prey. Usually, she can keep it under control, but it becomes quickly apparent that that won't be the case this time. The edges of her vision darken as her mind becomes focused on one goal; survive at any cost.
If that means tearing anything in her way apart, then so be it. Her animalistic tendencies move to the forefront of her mind as she pulls the dagger Daisy made her from its sheath, a white-knuckle grip around the handle as her knees bend into a tense crouch.
The first soldier starts to turn the corner and she's already running, closing the distance in no time at all; a human wouldn't be able to move that fast, even if the eye can track her. She launches herself low at the man, who yells in surprise, her dagger catching him in the gut before it shocks him into quick submission. She pulls the weapon sharply to the side, and it carves through his insides and anything he's wearing with little difficulty. Blood sprays across the nearby wall as the other soldiers start shouting to each other in surprise.
She takes one look at them, their proximity to her, and crouches again, pressing her fingertips into the floor and concentrating on her ability. The air around her seems to flex, and then everything around her is pushed forcibly away from her. Any objects in the hallway fly away and crash into each other, the soldiers slam into walls or catapult down the hall. Even the walls themselves buckle at the force, caving in slightly.]