Seul hit the wolf so hard it folded in half.
She felt the gravity gather in her fist the moment before it landed, the purple glow around her knuckles going dark and dense, heavy as a falling building. Her punch caught the wolf under the jaw, and all that weight went into it at once. The wolf lifted off its feet. It flew backward down the street, through the window of a convenience store, through the shelves inside, and out through the back wall in a burst of brick and dust.
She didn't watch it land.
Another one was already coming at her from the left. She turned, dropped low, and slammed her palm into the road. The asphalt cracked in a ring around her hand. Every beast within ten feet of her dropped flat, like the air above them had turned to lead. A horned thing went to its knees. A cat hit the ground so hard its legs splayed out under it.
Seul stood up and walked through them, hitting each one as she went.
