[Annie has been hearing one voice the entire time: a quiet, stuttering whine of a voice. It makes her feel emotions, and she's not too overly fond of those, so she suppresses them the only way she knows how: with overly-gratuitous violence. Truthfully, she doesn't need to grab the attacking horde one by one to tear their throats out with her fangs, but it's just more fun that way.
Blood drips off her chin as she turns her head around to look back at the rest of her party. She looks slightly less stable than she usually does.]
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Blood drips off her chin as she turns her head around to look back at the rest of her party. She looks slightly less stable than she usually does.]
Will you fuckers hurry the fuck up?