#Chapter 64 Fight

I leaped out of the fountain, tackling the woman to the ground and slamming my fist into her face. Before someone else could get up, I twisted and took them down with a swift, sharp kick to the chest. Then I was up. Someone grabbed my jacket, but I was moving with too much force to punch someone else. My jacket was ripped off me. I didn’t stop. I turned into the force of it and swung at whoever had grabbed me. My claws cut through empty air, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. There was so much rage in me and so much power. It felt like my power had come from a deep, overflowing well. I was furious and powerful. I tore through the groups of people. Not caring what was torn off me or what else was happening. Someone scratched me, and I felt it healing as I drove his face into the ground. But wait. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the type to just fight people like this. I wasn’t the type to reveal how much strength I really had. It had to be the smoke. I had enough control