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Curling into herself, she hissed savagely as the battering ram connected with the door. The crack resonated within the confines of her skull and slowly, her body turned black as she bared her teeth. Dragging herself low across the floor, she pressed herself flat against the wall behind the door, black and menacing with bared teeth and blood stained face.
The door didn't hold for very long.
The battering ram did it's job and the door burst inwards in two separate splintered halves, littering the stained carpet with wooden pieces and the now useless doorknob. She pressed flat against the wall and held her breath, every instinct inside of her screaming, screaming to run to hide and protect her fragile body, and it was that burning fear that motivated her. As the men rushed into the room, guns drawn--one, a young straggler in the back, was too slow on the draw. She slammed into him with jarring force.
Her powerful tentacles wrapped around him with a feral hiss, trapping his limbs and winding around his chest with bone breaking force. He struggled valiantly thrashing and shouting rough words she couldn't catch. Snarling, she ripped and bit at his exposed throat until she felt the gush of blood on her tongue as his delicate trachea gave way. As he gurgled and went slack in her strong grip, she knew that no matter what she did, she would lose this fight. But true to her nature, at least she would take someone out with her.
