"Why do I need to carry a weapon when I can crush your head with my bare hand? Tehee?"
The side of my lips curled up as the man shrieked under my grip. I didn't recall being this strong, as I often fight with my Lakresha. But now, I felt this surge of power within and my bloodlust was increasing. It felt like I would lose control if I let this instinct take over me.
'I want to crush his head,' my instinct whispered in my mind, tightening my grip around his head. But I froze when I felt the gazes behind me. I slowly glanced over my shoulder, heart aching as I remembered my son was just behind me.
"Damn..." came out a curse under my breath, tossing the man out of the room until his back crashed against the wall of the corridor.
"Ugh..!" The man quickly grunted while sitting up, touching his face as my sharp nails clawed the side of it. "My beautiful face...!"
