(Very amazing title) 
Claire Silva (Imagine amazingly pretty font, this way it's good and interesting for everyone) 

She sits against the wall in the building she had just finished clearing out, playing the scene in her mind over and over. She had entered her breaker form before entered the building, throwing the door off the hinges, slamming it against the far wall. 

"What an entrance," she mutters, before continuing to play the scene over in her mind for the tenth time.

She hovered into the room, the goons reaching for the pistols they had on the table when they saw her, two of them fired their guns at her, one bullet embedding itself where her heart was, the other ricocheting off the side of my left arm. In response she contorted her hands in a painful looking way, picking up the chairs that the two had been sitting on and throwing them into them, breaking the chairs on impact and knocking them out instantly. She turned to the others who saw how their friend's attempts at shooting her had one but still fired upon her as they did. A few bullets buried themselves in her torso and arms but most had missed or ricocheted off of her. Once more in response, she threw the two chairs at two of the people, knocking them clean off their feet, there was more room for her to build up the momentum of the chairs before they hit the goons and knocked them out as they hit the floor. She turned to the last one and hovered over too him 

"Drop the gun and you won't be hurt like the others." She said in a demanding tone, really wishing he'd cooperate, for his sakes.

He quickly shook his head no and in a fight or flight reaction fired upon her, two of the shots hit her in the head, one embedding itself in her cheek, the other ricochetting off of her. She contorted her hands once more, this time picking up the table in the centre of the room and threw it at him, extremely annoyed that he hadn't just cooperated. Her hands stopped short of a full throw, not wanting to kill him, the table flew slammed him into the wall behind. The table fell to the ground not long after and he fell as well, slumping over it with a broken nose and a few cracked ribs from the impact. Once she had calmed down and talked herself into leaving the breaker form, she tied the goons up with the rope she had found in a cupboard in the room.

She sighed knowing she had almost gone over the top, the job was to just simply [i]rough them up[/i], not kill them. She also knew the risks and the target it would paint on her back for roughing up members of Community. She glanced up at them curiously as one of them stirred, quickly moving over to where they were tied up. 

"My job was to rough you up, but your friend is going to need to go to a doctor soon." She gestures toward the unconscious body of the fifth guy, knowing he's in very bad shape, internally grinning at the horrified look on the man's face. "I know you're a small pawn in a larger picture, but you caused issues for my contractor and well, now I have caused issues for you." She smirked and walks out of the building calling back, "let your leader know my name, let it be known who was here, it was Abaddon and she's coming to take you down." Internally getting herself worked up just thinking about what she'd learnt on her way to this town, in the small amount of research about Community and their leader Patriarch. 

Leaving the building she took off her gloves and mask, putting them away walking quietly down the main street to take her mind off having almost killed someone.