A masked figure appears from around a blind corner to Alice. She spins, forming her arm into a war hammer and clobbers her foe, striking him in the right temple and folding him permanently. A second attacker, also shrouded in black clothing, lunges from a hanging posture in the rafters legs arched and locked in a deadly formation. Alice effortlessly slides a few inches to the side, just out of reach of the kick, and slams him with a devastating blow knocking the assailant to the ground. A quick snap of her foot breaks his neck leaving one less person after her.
Without warning, the click of a handgun echoed in her ears from behind her. She pivots to face her attacker. The man has a .45 caliber twitching nervously at her forehead. She tries to speak in an attempt to disable him but before that can ever happen he launches with an opening round. At this range, the fire and black smoke exiting the camber of his gun look reminiscent of a battleship cannon firing.
A shimmer of light trails along the area where the bullet strikes Alice. She stares at him with ominous intent unscathed by his attack. Raising her arm and grasping her fingers together slowly, her victim writhes in agony his eyes red and glazed from the searing pain. At this point this guy's mind is totally fucked. I feel it necessary to be frank here so I'll repeat that for emphasis. This guy's mind is totally fucked. He's thinking about prepubescent half-children, half-demon horse creatures prodding his asshole with hot fiery pitchforks while the pipe that connects to the entire world's sewers and empties right into his mouth. It's the worst possible thing that this particular person can imagine happening to them. And he's now in that shit infested hellhole because she put him there, all with just a twist of her wrist and her will to do so. The relief for him will come when this process kills him in just a few seconds. That is unless real hell is worse than anyone can imagine. Expired, his body falls as a lump to the ground, his head now ablaze, smoldering.
Without warning, the click of a handgun echoed in her ears from behind her. She pivots to face her attacker. The man has a .45 caliber twitching nervously at her forehead. She tries to speak in an attempt to disable him but before that can ever happen he launches with an opening round. At this range, the fire and black smoke exiting the camber of his gun look reminiscent of a battleship cannon firing.
A shimmer of light trails along the area where the bullet strikes Alice. She stares at him with ominous intent unscathed by his attack. Raising her arm and grasping her fingers together slowly, her victim writhes in agony his eyes red and glazed from the searing pain. At this point this guy's mind is totally fucked. I feel it necessary to be frank here so I'll repeat that for emphasis. This guy's mind is totally fucked. He's thinking about prepubescent half-children, half-demon horse creatures prodding his asshole with hot fiery pitchforks while the pipe that connects to the entire world's sewers and empties right into his mouth. It's the worst possible thing that this particular person can imagine happening to them. And he's now in that shit infested hellhole because she put him there, all with just a twist of her wrist and her will to do so. The relief for him will come when this process kills him in just a few seconds. That is unless real hell is worse than anyone can imagine. Expired, his body falls as a lump to the ground, his head now ablaze, smoldering.
With all the assailants incapacitated, Alice starts down the corridor. She has to keep moving.
