It was difficult to explain how the air sizzled about the property. Magic whizzed and surged about them, rising from the ground, falling from the clouds, eating up all the oxygen in the air and leaving the vague taste of ozone. In the haze of it all she had given herself into the restless hunger that drove so much of her ruthlessness. These people had taken her Anchor, had hurt him, and she could not kill them all so she lingered on those she could smashing their heads open with her bare hands.
She had brain matter under her fingernails when she spotted the woman scrambling for escape. There was something about the way she moved and the purpose with which she abandoned the field and her comrades. She knew they had lost and she knew she had the authority to get the fuck out of here without worrying a commander would notice. Instantaneously Yugi wheeled about to go after her. She smelt like bitch.