Fraya
I command wind to push me forward, making me faster than the eye can see. The first line of shifters hasn't shifted yet, and I lift my guns, shooting at them as I run, it won't kill them, but it will make them easier to kill. When I am out of bullets, I take the knives strapped to my waist, their human flesh making them easier to decapitate with just one swift swipe of my blades. As they start to shift, they become harder to kill, making the cut of my blades more of an irritation, but it does its job in slowing them down enough for me to do more damage. I don't count the bodies as I move, but for every one I kill, two take its place. My powers are burning to be set free and as the first set of claws dig into my back, I decide to let it free. Wind picks up around me, knocking down
