Makr found himself under stacks of wood two houses away from where his fight with Kalen happened. "Fuck!" he cursed, "That bastard's legs sure pack some power."
Makr got back on his feet and dusted himself only to see many of the townspeople in hiding. They had fled earlier and sought out the closest place to hid from the chaos Kalen created with his gunshot.
"Sorry about that, hehe," Makr nervously apologized. "Don't worry, we'll sort this out soon."
They did not say any word to the stranger but instead, they watched him walk away and out of the building.
Kalen's legs screeched on the ground as his body moved back against his will. His arms were crossed over his face, and his forearms had been bruised.
Kalen sighed. "You're rough for a lady, you know."
Chesca's body was bulky and stout. Her muscles had suddenly grown and her appearance was much more manly than it was feminine. Only her facial features and voice still hinted at a feminine nature.
