"Fine. Have it your way."
All three eyes lunged at the woman at once, their color changing from white to green, then to golden, then back to white. The woman stood firm, even though her heart was pounding as though it was being thrashed by a heavy metal drummer. A true sense of fear overwhelmed her body, but that did not influence her to run. Instead, it made her become angry, with a false sense of bravery confusing her thoughts.
Wearing the bag around her shoulder, she clenched her large fists and forced her nails to grow an extra two inches longer. Her mouth became wider, and the flesh of her cheeks started to tear. Her hair stood and flowed in the wind like a wild beast, giving her a dangerous and wild, animalistic look.
