4.
As soon as the darkness fell, she was ready.
The goddess was covered in dried blood already, the broken chair leg in her hand. It didn't take long for them to come out, hungry looking but tonight, she was thirsty. Slowly she licked her lips as the first creature lunged at her, ready to kill her but she was already in motion. It was a dance to her, she slipped into the trance of fighting easily, her heart the drum that kept the rhythm going.
The blood was flowing, the scent intoxicated her, drove her into a frenzy. It ran down her body as she kept going on, pausing only to wrench the head off of one creature with a violent twist. If she was hurt, she didn't feel it, only feeling the bliss of the dance catching her up in the beat.
It didn't matter what came before her, she attacked with a single minded purpose.
Destroy.
Kill.
It was only when she heard the loud yell that she paused in her attack, her weapon raised high and ready, breathless. It took a moment for her to truly see the man on the floor as she licked the thick blood from her lips.
[ooc: warning for much blood and killing things]