Sara was in a bar fight. Again. Some jerk had tried to buy her a drink and she sprained his arm. What's so bad about that? Now, though, she regretted it. Three guys we're teaming up on her now. "You wanna fight? Here's a fight." She said provokingly. She swung through the air and kicked one in the face. After punching another repeatedly her bloodlust kicked in. Instead of swinging his legs out from under him, she grabbed a scalpel and shoved it into his chest and stabbing multiple other body parts, leaving him crimson. The third ran away, shouting. But her need to kill stayed. Kendra seemed to be screaming at the running people but she couldn't hear anything. Everything was a red haze, except for her victim. Mick tried to restrain her but she knocked him out. As she was about to slam a sword into his throat something pulled her back. Kendra again. They fought as Kendra became Sheyara, wings and all. Kendra managed to scratch her cheek but Sara repaid that with a sickening crack to the head. She tried to stab her and then Kendra was being pulled away. Then there was Leonard. He pointed his Cold gun at her but she dodged the beam. As she jumped and kicked him in the chest she punched him in the face, slamming him to the floor. As she whipped out one of her many knives, she saw just the tiniest bit of fear creep into his eyes. That surprised her. As the red haze disappeared and she could finally hear Rip shouting her name she looked around in terror. The bodies, Kendra and Mick, all her fault. "Wha- what?" She stuttered. She sat down, shaking, and buried her head in her knees. Leonard got up and over, but as soon as he put his hand on her shoulder she heard 7 thumps shake the crumbly floor. She looked up and her friends' bodies were being dragged away. As she sprung up in defense she felt dizzy with confusion. She hoped, at least. She fell to the floor with her team.
~END~