"Metahuman?" She's not entirely sure she likes the sound of that. It's not, however, the priority, not right then.

"Little ones? Ones with teeth. I think I killed some of them, or at least hurt them, but there were too many." It was better then last time, certainly, even if they'd managed to hurt her more. Rapunzel looked behind her as she pushed herself to her feet - there was blood on her hands again, her own, but that didn't matter if the cut was healed now. She didn't see anything but did she hear something? Her ears had been as traumatized by sound as her eyes had been with light. Maybe they were creeping up through the shadows.

She bit her lip, hand searching through the folds of her skirt for the metal bar hanging near her waist. It was still hot, too hot for comfort, but she'd prefer to have it in her hand than not if something came for her again.