They had no souls, they were only alive in a way, but they weren't human. They were okay to take out. She shouldn't feel guilty about it. So when she read their deaths, she didn't feel bad. They weren't human. This wasn't something she was going go be condemned for. She didn't think she could handle anyone else treating her like an untrustworthy killer. She'd had enough of that.
"They feel pain. Do their nerve's work the same way?" how convenient would it be to just knock them all out in a few seconds. But she didn't know if it would last on them, or if it would do anything. It worked well for humans. But again, not humans, she needed to adjust her strongest weapon.
Her fist met one of their jaws, literally knocking him up and back, into the air, before her foot sent him flying. Someone from her cape, three sharp blades, shaped like bats followed right after him, momentarily pinning him to a stand alone tree while she advanced to drive the stake home.
"They're endless. So many of them." like it was a war that would never win. But she already knew that. No matter how many people she stopped, arrested, took out, even killed, there was always more. Always. "It's easier, when you don't have to read the kill."
After she staked the pinned one, she spun to see if any others were on their way.