Vs. wood

Through the door.
	It shattered around me, flying off the wall in pieces.
	The roar that exploded from my core was entirely instinctual. The tracker's head jerked up, and then he dove for the crimson shape on the floor behind him. I saw one pale hand stretched out in futile self defense.
	The obstacle of the door had not slowed my momentum. I flew into the tracker mid lunge, throwing him away from his target, smashing him into the floor with enough force to crater the wooden planks.