Olivera pulled herself up to her full height, forced her body to stand straight when her gut clenched and knotted.
Her body felt different, more leaden, clumsy even. As she shifted onto the balls of her feet, she felt the tremors start.
"You chose your fate, dead one. I was merely the instrument of justice." She stated.
The heads were thrown back on the long, thin stick necks, and howls rent the air. Above them, birds lifted from the canopy, taking flight at the horrible cacophony of shrieks rising in volume.
The sound jarred her body, making her insides turn to gel.
A trick, she was certain. She knew in her heart her life was over. There were too many to kill-but she would take as many with her as possible to rid the world of such dangerous and immoral creatures.
