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Adventures of Anya. | Iron Wolf | 5

 

The three disheveled men charged at her.

She entered her battle stance and prepared for the men. They would have to come through the door one at a time.

The first maggot through didn't stand a chance. Anya easily removed his head from his shoulders. He had been armed with a rusty butcher knife. It fell to the ground at her feet.

The next guy swung a tire iron at her head. She easily ducked it and cut him open from his stomach to his neck. He fell forward in a pile of his own intestines.

The last man was more cautious. He advanced slowly with and old fire man's axe. The handle was made of metal and he used it to counter her first attacks.

Anya backed up further into the factory holding him at bay.

"You may as well give up now bitch," he snarled. "There are at least a hundred of us here and you don't stand a chance."

She continued to battle with him as she heard the sound of running feet. He was smiling at her with several large and grotesque yellow teeth.

"Give up now, before we play rough."

Anya hesitated before acting.

 

Should she charge the man and enter the room or run for her life


          Strategic withdrawal!

          Show no mercy?

 
 
 

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