Clearly realizing your intent, the Changelings at the front of the pack were skidding to a halt, but not fast enough. Pulling your leg back, you swung it forward with all you had, striking the first of the Changelings, punting the little bugger into the air so that he'd land in the crowd behind him. You'd take advantage of the shock that spread through the lynch mob caused by your bold intent to face them head on to grab another one of the Changelings by the horn, swinging them to strike others away. Thankfully they were a fairly light species, probably due to all the holes.