Raven stopped running, frowning as she heard a sound behind her. Someone screaming. One of those dramatic movie "I'm running at you to kill you" screams. There was a gunshot and she sucked in a breath as it pierced her back, bullet moving through her chest where it almost certainly would have killed her had she not automatically shifted her organs to other parts of her body. As it was, it hit one of the guns inside her chest and she sighed, turning on the rushing woman, who had outstretched, slightly glowing hands.
She ran toward the woman, grabbing her around the waist and knocking her down. She morphed her hand into a sharp dagger and drove it up into the woman's heart, just as the woman grabbed onto her with searing hot hands. Raven gritted her teeth through the burn, twisting the knife in the woman until the heat in her fingers subsided. Standing, she let her hand revert back to "normal" and looked down at her arm. It would heal.