The men backed away from her quickly, tripping over their own feet as she rose, with seemingly no effort, to her feet. The glowing red eyes hadn’t looked at any of the men, they seemed to just stare at the ground for a moment as she settled onto her feet.
One of them tripped as he stumbled backwards and fell, and the eyes locked onto him. They froze, fear in their eyes. Fae’s face slowly contorted into a twisted smile and she raised one hand.
As they watched her fingers shifted, grew, changed into razor sharp, claw like talons. Her smile changed too, and there were fangs in her mouth, every one of her teeth a sharp point.

One of the men turned to tell another that they should get the hell out of there, but his eyes met those red ones. He screamed and another shouted. “What the fuck? How did she do that?!”
The scream was cut short as Fae’s taloned hand connected with the man’s stomach, slicing it open like butter, blood and thicker things spilling onto the concrete.

Then she turned her eyes on the others.