Seraphina stumbled backwards when the Chief got loose. Thankfully for Asher, she was good to strike again. Before he could bring his hammer down on her, she moved quicker than usual out if the way, grabbed his wrist as it came past her in her grasp and crushed it with a single squeeze. She heard the satisfying yelp but did not let go and did not hesitate. She wanted revenge for her brother, her father, and what was gone of her family.<br/><br/>Seraphina flipped herself up on the Chief and perched her feet on his shoulders. She placed her hands on his jaw and on the top of his head. While he was stumbling because of the broken wrist, she took the opportunity she had been waiting for.<br/><br/>"For years you've hunted us but now it's your turn." When Seraphina spoke, her voice changed, it was deeper and more violent sounding. With a flick of her wrists in a quick motion, she snapped his neck. When he started to fall forward, Seraphina kicked off and flipped, landing in a crouched position behind him and watched as the mans body fell lifeless to the ground.<br/><br/>Something had changed in her. Her ferocity had surfaced and it didn't intend on leaving. Something had changed on the outside too. Where her hair was black as the night before, it now turned white, and her eyes didn't go back to the golden hue they usually were, they stayed. Red as blood.