Stops mutant dog

A half dozen men and women and three dogs now rippled with enough muscle that their skin had split in places and they couldn't move in straight lines. Their eyes were bloodshot and their throats produced noises like they were trying to scream while being strangled, and they hurled themselves against doors and windows.

***

The smaller dog leaped through a window that wasn't sufficiently barricaded, got halfway through, and scrabbled to get the rest of the way through. Putting my mask on, I flew after it.


People shot at the animal, and the shooting did nothing to slow it.


I collided with it, smashing it down into the floor, my forward momentum driving it across the floor. The Wretch hit it once before the forcefield flickered off. I flew up to the ceiling, back flat against the painted surface, as the dog scrabbled to get its limbs under it. The muscles hampered more than anything in the moment.

***

The dog didn't even have all four legs under it when it hurled itself to one side. The wall partially caved in with the impact, and the dog fell to the ground, slick body sliding on laminated flooring. It was on its feet again before it finished sliding. I could see in the background that the patrol block members that hadn't headed off to the cells were now backing up, or trying to hide behind cover. They'd been paralyzed by fear and now they were being punished for their fear by being stuck in the main room of the ground floor with me and a beast that I was barely keeping under control.


To my left, at the front door of the building, the drumming of fists against the door was causing the metal door to curve inward. It wouldn't break, I was pretty sure- by the spiderwebbing of cracks around the frame, the pressure and the pounding would see the frame come out of the wall first.

- Blinding 11.1