Ava lips curled back, revealing sharp, glinting teeth, and a low snarl rumbled in her chest like distant thunder. She didn't need words — her fury was a language of its own, raw and primal, coiling around her like a beast finally unleashed. The air around her seemed to hum with tension, charged with the promise of violence. Then, without warning, she lunged.
The hunters barely had time to react before she was upon them, a whirlwind of claws and fury. Flesh split beneath her razor-sharp claws, blood spraying in crimson arcs. Bones snapped like brittle twigs, the sickening sound swallowed by the cacophony of screams that erupted across the battlefield. Some hunters tried to fight back, their weapons flashing in desperate arcs, but fear had already taken root in their hearts. Their hands trembled, their swings faltered, and one by one, they fell, their cries fading into the chaos.
