Pest control

You lunged at the leader, fist cocked. Time seemed to slow down as you picked your spot. For all his bluster, you sensed he wasn't expecting retaliation. His claws were raised, but his confidence compelled him to take a lackadaisical stance. His distended jaw was exposed, and you would take full advantage.

You felt, rather than heard the sickening crunch as your fist connected squarely with his face, crushing the bones within.

That normally would have sufficed, but your body was no longer your own. Hostage to the thrill of battle, you were like a man strapped beneath a speeding sports car; simply along for the ride.

Allowing the momentum of your strike to follow through, the Pretas head was jarred sharply in the opposite direction, well beyond its normal range of motion. A visceral crack broke the tension in the air the instant his neck did.

What followed as the group of Pretas attempted to scatter and flee was a blur of flailing limbs and smoky black ether as their emaciated corpses vanished one by one upon defeat. It must have laced your vision as well, for you found your surroundings go dim and fade out soon after the final Pretas demise.