Rachel goes down under the sudden huddle of men, grown men, rushing at her, grabbing hands and thrown elbows. She goes down, crouches even as a fist grabs her hair and a boot catches her thigh, grits her teeth at the knee in her ribs, and feels the barstool she's holding squeak in protest when she tightens her grip.
She barely feels the change, not anymore, not these days, not this shape.
But those men sure do notice when the girl they're beating on suddenly sprouts brown fur and claws that rip straight through that bar stool.
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Kate went down.
Kate went down.
Yup.
That means shit can follow.
Rachel goes down under the sudden huddle of men, grown men, rushing at her, grabbing hands and thrown elbows. She goes down, crouches even as a fist grabs her hair and a boot catches her thigh, grits her teeth at the knee in her ribs, and feels the barstool she's holding squeak in protest when she tightens her grip.
She barely feels the change, not anymore, not these days, not this shape.
But those men sure do notice when the girl they're beating on suddenly sprouts brown fur and claws that rip straight through that bar stool.