Before they could understand where Anya had been, the mighty warrioress leaped out in front of her three attackers and immediately kicked the girl right in the face, sending her flying to the ground semi-conscious from the impact of this amazing kick.
“I can't wait to capture this bitch", said one of the men, "we could use the money to spend at the super brothels." Anya thought of how badly she was going to beat them while grinning to herself. Anya looked back at where the woman stood only to see that she was down and out of it! Anya took a careful step towards one of her remaining adversaries, who swung at her. She cleverly ducked under his swing and stood up and zonked him so good on his cheek that he was instantly dizzy. “AHHH!” Anya shouted and he dropped his sword as the dark haired woman grabbed him from in front of him. She followed her incredibly sexy hard punch up with a two-handed front and back neck and chin grab, then twisted, snapping his head off its hinges like a twig. .... Two down.
The final man swung at her with his sword. She was agile and avoided his blade. Then she kicked him in the face, turning him into slow-motion mode. This enabled her to follow up with a second kick, to his nuts. SHOOOMP! AAAAAHHH!
The winded man fell to his knees and begged for mercy.
Anya thought about it, then decided this man was expendable, the girl would be able to tell those who sent them what happened, she preferred the thought of sparing the girl, for girly sexist reasons. His time was up. ...
"I appreciate your offering, which I accept worthy of being your master, but I cannot suppress my playful, wicked, naughty side ...."
One final kick, three hundred times harder than the previous kicks all put together, shot through his chin and head, instantly lifting his head off his body and making it fly through the air before hitting a tree. A look of astonishment froze in his face as his head bounced around and then down a ravine.
The two dead mens corpses and the unconscious woman were tied to a tree around the waist, necks, arms and ankles, the woman even carved her initials in all three before fleeing the scene, triumphantly.
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