It's all over before I can even consciously think of what I want to do. I rip the arms of the one who shot me in the head, two are smashed into trees, leaving them warm steaming piles of goo. The last scrambles to get away. He's pretty fast for a human, I note, right before I lunge onto him with all my weight. He is a tough one, that blow should have killed him, but he's face down on the ground, still scrambling at something on his belt.
Humans never learn.
I ever so softly reach down with my muzzle and pull his spinal column out. There's still a dull ringing in my head, but even so, I can clearly hear the screaming of the shooter whose arms I took. It took little effort to shut him up. Biting the top half of one's head off has a quieting effect on someone. The bloodlust still pumping through my body, I charge down the hill to end this quarrel once and for all.