The cafeteria erupted into action, the variable powers flaring from sedentary captives all too eager to experience the glee of feeling their own erstwhile shackled strength. And when they were done slaughtering the dead that stumbled through the door, they turned on each other, not ready to drop their fists yet, throwing the room into a frenzy. None of it distracted Li Hua from feeling that shift again, starting to learn its presence, like the Prince becoming mist only this change was heavy and wet.
With the chaos behind her, she stood alone facing what she thought was Typhoid, still holding the hair of a man she had twisted the head off of, his body prone at her feet and his face in her hand slack and unseeing. There was a question there, but Li Hua didn't seem to have the language for it. Instead, she noted, "There are more," before the changing woman jumped into the fray as well. They had a more deserving foe than each other. There were whole floors of this bloody prison clawing at the walls. It went so much deeper than anyone would imagine. Typhoid, though, seemed to have an instinct that should teach the creatures fear.