BLOODRAYNE vs THE BUTCHERESS

Rayne's steel-spiked high-heeled boot slammed into the Butcheress' stomach, knocking the wind for her completely. She staggered back, gasping for air. Rayne flicked out her blades and prepared to slice the bitch's head off, when she suddenly lunged at her, hissing in a vampiric rage.

The surprise of the attack stunned Rayne, giving the Butcheress an opportunity to land a vicious blow to Rayne's face. She swiped with her deadly bone saw, but Rayne had recovered from her surprise and dodged the swing. She rammed her head into the Butcheress' nose; sure that she had broken her nose. When the Butcheress howled in pain and clutched her covered nose, Rayne showed a satisfactory smile.

But Rayne knew from decades of fighting vampires and various other demons, one should never assume victory until said victory is certain.

The Butcheress, knowing she would surely be killed if she didn't act quickly, lunged for the control panel of her torture room. She reached for the button she had used to open the trap doors located all around the room, which led down to the pit of daemites. And they were always hungry,

Rayne saw this and acted quickly. She leaped into the air, her legs in a split and spun round, quite like a child's spinning top. Her left foot caught the side of the Butcheress' head, stunning her. As the evil Nazi-vampire woman turned to face the red-haired dhamphir, she was kicked three more times. Before Rayne twisted to land on her feet, she managed one final kick which sent the Butcheress flying sideways through the glass panels of the daemite pit.

The Butcheress screamed; a mixture of rage and fear, Rayne thought; until she finally reached the bottom of the pit where her precious daemites began to devour her.

Rayne landed in a crouch, much like a cat, and stood up straight, smiling. Her vampire powers gave her incredible agility and balance and because of this she was able to perform inhumanly possible physical feats.

She quickly scanned the control panel, and a labelled button caught her attention. "Feur: fire. Nazis can be so helpful." She pushed the button with a red-nailed fingertip, sending streams of flame shooting from the sidewalls of the pit. She could hear the screams of the daemites as they burned to death, and what may have been the Butcheress yelling in pain, too.

Smiling in satisfaction, Rayne turned on her heel and headed for the exit door. That's nine down, with four to go.

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