Aaron & McKinley & Kennedy - The Great Hall
With a cry of pure anguish, her head jerked up, eyes burning with sadness and anger and a thousand different emotions that were impossible to pinpoint. The expression on her face was terrible, full of a darkness and power that she'd never felt before, and she felt that tightness suddenly snap. The effect was instant, like a dam bursting; an analogy that proved entirely too perfect once the effects of the sensation were made clear. Water began to pour in from every wall, every crack in the floor, every possible opening it could. Kennedy felt like she was outside herself watching it all unfold, and she couldn't rightfully say where it all even came from. She could manipulate water, of course, all merfolk could in some ways, but this was more.
Another cry escaped her, sounding more like a roar than anything else. Her eyes swept over the room, the hatred there growing as she took in each and every attacker. Kids were still screaming, still running, but soon enough they slowed as their eyes were drawn to the terrifying sight unfolding around them. Without conscious thought as to how, the blood in the bodies of every attacker was literally being pulled out of them. Gasps spread through the room, at the same moment as the masked men started to scream. Kennedy was oblivious, still clutching her sister, even as her focus never wavered. One by one, the men began to fall as the floor around them simultaneously filled, water sucking them down so that they crumpled like paper dolls.
The swelling power was burning through her, sapping her energy and life, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop. Not until every one of them paid for McKinley. Her anger boiled over as intensely as the water, and if it hadn't been for the hard blow to her head, Kennedy likely would have drained each one of them dry. As it was, she let out a startled noise, collapsing to the ground as her head spun. A man was on top of her instantly, blows coming in rapid barrage as he growled. "What the fuck did you do, you fucking freak!?" The pain was quickly replacing that power, and she no longer felt very invincible. In fact, considering the energy it had taken for such a show, Kennedy's vision was quickly darkening. She heard the man shouting at her, felt bones crack, felt blood trickle from burning parts she couldn't discern, but it was fading with each second. She didn't have anything left for this.