A/N: I didn't intend for this to go up on Valentines Day, I'll point out. Originally it was to be up on the 10th but due to it not being finished yet, and the fact I was busy doing that spree of other fics, meant I pushed it back to the 14th... only remembering after the fact that'd put it on Valentines Day. So... unconventional valentines fic, aha...?

Jokes aside, hope you enjoy a bit of sadism~

Embers

Chernobog wasn't a nice place after the Catastrophe had struck the once-lively city.

Buildings were blown apart and in ruins, Originium deposits grew out of the concrete streets and from basement layers, rainwater flooded the street when all the drains were blocked with debris; it was a total mess. Yet still some managed to carve out a living, however fragile and temporary it may be, often because they had nowhere else to go. The exception were those of Reunion, who used the fallen city as a hub for their operations.

Which was why Blaze found herself in the city alongside a modest number of Operators; to clean them out. The mission was simple on paper; bust into their headquarters, wreck some shit up, cut off the head of the snake, kill some more Reunion, then leave and repeat as many times as needed until Reunion decided it wasn't worth hanging around in Chernobog, or at least being more subtle about it.

Alas, things rarely went according to plan.

BOOM!

''Shit, where are those Casters?! Any eyes on them?!''

''Fourth floor apartment building across the street! Weedy, hit 'em!''

In response Weedy rose up from behind the short stone wall outside the police department headquarters and aimed; before with naught but a pull of the trigger she unleashed a highly-pressurized stream of water across the street. Though it lost most of its power by the time it reached the aforementioned apartment the structure was already so fragile that the rush of water was enough to collapse the balcony the Reunion Casters stood upon, sending them down with the rumble to their deaths.

Blaze grinned tightly at the sight from within the building. ''Alright, let's go!''

Her team of five – consisting of Weedy, Folinic, Vigna, Cardigan and herself – all shouted their agreement, bursting out from cover and rushing down the length of the street. The hard pavement was jagged and uneven from earthquakes, slabs sticking up at slanted angles and with debris littering them profusely, but the five Operators were skilled enough to avoid them even in their rush.

Though doing so became that much harder as accurate arrow-fire came down upon them – crossbow bolts joining them and piercing into the ground just next to Blaze. Growling the blue-haired cat-girl kept running, mentally mapping out the escape route in her mind – and just as she passed a mailbox she stopped and took a left turn, darting into an alleyway. Her teammates followed her in, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they crossed over into the next street, that one just as ruined as the last.

''Split up!'' Blaze barked out. ''Regroup at the courtyard, Amiya will be waiting for us there with an escape vehicle!''

Her teammates didn't hesitate to agree, trusting her judgement enough not to question it in the heat of battle – and a battle it was, as several more crossbow bolts came their way from the rooftops. Weedy was on them in a second, several jets of pressurized water blowing the victims back or destroying the unsteady structure under them, giving the rest of her team time to run into nearby alleyways or through shop-fronts.

Blaze took the latter. Leaping through a shattered window of a bookstore the nimble cat-girl rushed past dusty shelves and over abandoned stacks of boots, leaping over the counter and kicking the staff-only door with her foot in the same motion; fluidly landing in a roll. Right hand touching the floor she pushed back up into a sprint, carrying herself through to the back of the building where a metal door was.

It was locked, but that didn't stop Blaze from shoulder-charging straight through it – the loud clang of it hitting the wall as it slammed open echoed in the alleyway beyond.

'There goes subtlety.' Blaze wryly thought.

Shouts from the front of the book-store through dispelled any such humour; a grimace marring her visage as she realised they were hot on her tail. They must've known they were coming for them; the police station, which was supposed to have been their HQ, had been practically empty when they had been attacked. Either that meant they were getting smarter, or there was a mole in Rhodes Island. That or they were just plain unlucky, she didn't know. She wasn't one for thinking.

Shaking off the thought the Operation broke out into a sprint, rushing down the dirty and trash-laden hallway ahead. Rats squeaked and scurried aside, her fast feet stomping past the scattering creatures before she found herself facing the rear of several shops; doors locked and trash piling up next to them. However this time her gaze lingered on the trash bins, her gaze sliding further up to where a rusted metal ladder hung far above ground... but not far above the bins.

''There she is!'' Shouts came from back the way she came. ''Get her!''

Scowling Blaze sprinted towards the bins, feet leaving the ground and thudding across the plastic, carrying her up the short few feet needed to leap up and grab onto the ladder. Two arrows embedded themselves into the wall next to her but she paid them no mind, swinging herself up until one of her feet caught the lowest step on the ladder; helping her hurriedly scramble up and onto the roof or the store.

Which of course, put her on the same floor as the snipers. Snipers who suddenly found themselves fixed with an intense stare – snapped out of it only when Blaze ran and leapt over the alleyway below, landing onto the same rooftop as them. Frantically the masked Reunion grunts tried to scramble away, one of the two even glancing down at the street two storeys below, gauging his chances, but he never got the chance to decide before she reached them.

''Wai- Graah~?!''

Blood stained Blaze's jacket as she carved a deep, gruesome gash across the man's torso, incapacitating if not outright killing him – her buzzing blade raised just in time to block a crossbow bolt that would've hit her face. The sniper just a few feet away hurriedly backed up, one hand fumbling frantically to load another bolt in, his eyes torn between his weapon, and her fast-approaching form.

A slice severed his arms before he could raise his weapon, his voice catching in his throat – saving Blaze from hearing him scream as she brought her chainsaw back down a second time, ending him and sending his body falling over the edge of the building into the alleyway below. Brief though the skirmish had been it had slowed her down; a fact she realised as she noticed several more pairs of snipers climbing onto other rooftops nearby, already loading more bolts.

''Ah crap...'' Blaze groaned, looking around.

A large building caught her eye – an apartment complex. Without thinking twice about it Blaze broke out into a sprint, her boots treading harshly across the sunlit rooftop underfoot as she made a beeline for the tall building. More arrows came her way, one of them clipping her right shoulder and drawing blood, but Blaze pushed past the pain and kicked off the roof, leaping onto the next and side-stepping an inactive air conditioner, the roof-space rapidly running out and the old apartment building getting closer.

''Where's she going?!'' Someone shouted.

''She's gonna try and scale the wall?'' Another asked, baffled.

'Nah.' Blaze grinned to herself, leaping. 'I'm gonna make a window~'

With that thought in mind Blaze swung her chainsaw, and to the tune of shrieking metal blasted a hole straight through the apartment complex wall. Dust bit into her eyes but Blaze kept them open so she could time her landing; grunting as she tucked into a roll and bled off her momentum, ending up in a hallway a floor below with numerous doorways on either side, the doors broken or missing entirely. Pausing long enough to listen for footsteps Blaze rose up to her feet and continued, recalling the city map in her mind with crystal clarity; giving her a destination she could cut through to gain some ground.

Thus with hastening steps the cat-girl fled down the hallway. As she passed the long-since-abandoned elevator shaft she heard voices down below, confused and arguing; the voices growing faint as she bolted down the adjacent hallway. Dusty wallpaper greeted her and floorboards creaked dangerously under her weight, several snapping from her thunderous steps, but without a care Blaze merely held her chainsaw close; nearing a window at the end of the hallway.

''Hey, there she-!''

Glass shattered and muted the grunt's voices as Blaze leapt through the mucky old window, flying through the air – before hitting the wall of the car park across from the apartment building.

''Mn!'' Blaze grabbed onto the edge of the third floor wall with her fingertips; the small ledge being the only thing between her and the car park floor. ''Up and... at 'em- gk?!''

Pain flared through her right shin as a crossbow bolt pierced it; forcing a reflexive hiss out of her throat. Glaring behind her she spotted four grunts on the street below, the other three hurriedly loading their own bolts or calling for back-up.

'Just how many of these guys are there?!' Blaze growled in her head.

However now wasn't the time to be complaining. Thus with a growl of effort Blaze hauled herself up and threw herself over the short ledge just in time to evade another slew of crossbow bolts that hit the ceiling overhead, the ledge giving her some cover if nothing else – allowing her to take a second to yank the bolt out of her shin with a hiss. The wound was narrow but deep, but hadn't severed anything. She wouldn't be moving as fast with it, however.

Shouting outside the car park warned her that Reunion was hot on her tail. Pursing her lips Blaze used her chainsaw as a walking stick, forcing herself up onto her feet and hurriedly hobbling across the asphalt, not a single car in sight in the abandoned building, but her attention was on the stairwell across the wide room – wary of the Reunion grunts running up it, rather than the ramp.

''Not sure I can jump with this leg now...'' Blaze muttered to herself. ''Might have to hide until they pass...''

As if jinxed by that a flurry of footsteps storming the lower floor of the car park. Spitting out a curse Blaze limped around the ramp and hurried up it to the fourth floor, but just moving her leg sent a sharp spike of pain through the limb; forcing her to awkwardly walk on her heel, making her movements stilted. Her previously-modest lead rapidly dried up and by the time she reached the fourth floor she could hear grunts on the floor right beneath her. Going up the ramp to the fifth floor would put her at a disadvantage.

''Hah... kinda tempted to bring this whole thing down, y'know...'' Blaze said to nobody in particular, eyeing the floor enviously – before casting a wary look at the dusty old ceiling. ''...if I wouldn't get crushed in the process...''

Grimacing the Operator stood a steady stance and waited near the ramp. Predictably the grunts, most armed with swords and axes, slowed as they saw her – cautiously looking around for an ambush. When they found none they slowly spread out, shouting for back-up, but Blaze remained where she was. Showing no signs of weakness nor submission she remained still, waiting for them to make the first move, any taunts they threw at her not even registering, let alone heard.

'Beat these guys, head up and jump down to the next street over, carve a path through the next two alleyways. Courtyard should be just past a row of stores.' Blaze iterated in her mind, the route visible within her mind's eye. Even with her bad leg it shouldn't be hard.

However if one thing was becoming apparent, it was that Reunion had a few tricks up their sleeves.

A fact Blaze was reminded of as a tall figure marched up the ramp, flanked by two large, bulky Butchers – a Sarkaz Caster. The tall figure donned in a black cloak stood out against the grey concrete and asphalt, and though his face was covered she could feel the cockiness hidden behind his mask; the supremacy he felt now that she was outnumbered, like she was just a rat and they were the cats.

She made a mental note to correct that.

Thus just as the man moved to speak, jaw unhinging – Blaze moved. Fast as her injured leg would leg her the cat-girl blitzed towards her target, chainsaw dragged behind her and trailing a slew of sparks before she leapt, swinging-

-only for one of the Butchers to step into her path. His oversized axe took the brunt of her blow but he still buckled from her sheer strength, his harsh grunt muted by his mask. Thinking fast Blaze pushed off the man's axe and kicked her injured leg out, flicking hyperthermic blood across the Butcher's mask; a quick application of her arts causing it to burst into flames.

''Gah?!'' The muffled shout of pain preluded the masked man grabbing his face. ''Bitch!''

Blaze cracked a vicious grin and landed, only to wince as pain flared up her bleeding leg. The pain staggered her reaction time for just a second, her body already preparing to leap back.

But karma decided that was the time to come for her.

In the form of the other Butcher's axe.

''Ghk-?!''

White-hot pain blazed across her left side, the sharpened axe cleaving into her side and shattering several ribs, chopping easily an inch or more into her flesh before the axe's momentum knocked her off the blade, sending Blaze tumbling across the asphalt with a pained gasp. One hand reflexively pressed onto the wound, a mistake as a fresh wave of pain flared through her torso; profuse amounts of blood staining her clothes.

However the grunts weren't going to just stand around and wait for her to get up. With eager shouts the Reunion soldiers converged on her, weapons raised to butcher her – but even when down, Blaze was not out of the fight. Holding her chainsaw with just one hand the cat-girl sat up and swung, blasting one Reunion grunt away with the aid of her Arts and giving the other overeager grunts momentary pause.

''I ain't dead, yet...!'' Blaze rasped out, pushing herself upright – ignoring the seizing, searing pain creeping up her left side. Definitely broken bones. Probably organ damage, she noted, but she'd had worse.

Her shout stirred the grunts out of their pause, and with renewed, albeit shaky vigour they charged her once more from all sides. With a wicked grin Blaze met them halfway, her chainsaw grinding around the asphalt before she swung it, an explosive blast accompanying her attack and sending three of the grunts back in a heap. Moving with her momentum Blaze kept turning, a feral gleam in her eyes as she cut a swathe through the grunts in a singular three-sixty spin, culling half of their number at once.

And then the moment her momentum slowed she lunged; bringing her chainsaw down and blasting one unfortunate grunt straight down the chest – cutting him open before the blast wave knocked him back. Pain flared across her back however as one of the grunts boldly moved in, slashing her near her spine, but a jerk of her arm saw that he too was blasted back.

''Huaah~!''

A loud shout accompanied heavy, thunderous footsteps – and Blaze jerked herself to the side in time to dodge a large axe. The blade embedded itself into the asphalt, refusing to budge when the Butcher yanked it; giving Blaze the time to lunge in and strike him in the face with a roundhouse kick. Using her momentum to her advantage the Operator swung her chainsaw behind her as gravity pulled her down, nearly carving a gash across the Butcher's face had he not leaned back just in time, getting away with naught but a shallow groove across his mask.

Her follow-up attack was stalled however as a black, binding beam suddenly wound itself around her torso like a lasso; constricting her tightly. The pressure was harsh on its on but with her wounded side it made Blaze cry out; wincing as her broken ribs were pushed in deeper and her flesh was squished together painfully. The Sarkaz Caster said nothing but one look at his posture told of his smugness, his superiority.

Blaze growled, intending to break free, to cut it with her Arts – but the pain slowed her reaction times.

And faster than she expected the Butcher next to her swung. White-hot pain flared up her right side too, her mind temporarily going blank from the pain – snapped out of her shock when she crashed into the wall of the car park, and blew through it; the binding rope dissipating and allowing her to plunge the several storeys down into the alleyway below.

''Guh-!''

Her back hit a metal bin and she tumbled off it onto some rubble, rolling down the jagged rocks until she lolled to a stop on the dirty alleyway floor, moaning in pain.

Even though she had unintentionally escaped her opponents she couldn't find it in her to move; a daze hanging over her head and dulling any and all thoughts, her mind sluggish. Her ears rung briefly, the shrill whine further disorienting Blaze, and by the time it started to wane she heard thundering footsteps near her.

'Crap... I gotta... get out of here...' Blaze regained enough coherency to think; fingers grasping onto the concrete floor and pulling her forth-

-only for a shadow to fall over her, followed by a large boot stomping down on her back.

''Guhk-!'' The air was knocked out of Blaze's lungs and pain flared through her torso; broken ribs dislodged from their place and searing her nerves with the pain. ''G-Get... off me...!''

''Hmph. Still alive, huh.'' The muffled voice told it was a Butcher talking. ''Though not for long. Got no fight left in ya, I think.''

Blaze growled, but the sound was feeble and sluggish, her mind still disoriented. Using her chainsaw would be a challenge enough, let alone tapping into her Arts, a fact the Butcher seemed to acknowledge; prompting him to remove his foot from her back... and then unzip. The sound gave Blaze pause, a note of confusion ringing through her before she managed to turn her head enough to look back – and her blood froze as she saw him unzipping the crotch area of his suit, allowing him to fish out a long, thick cock.

''Since you're incapacitated, might as well have some fun with you.'' The Butcher remarked, tone casual despite his words. ''Open wide, bitch.''

Blaze glared angrily, one hand raising to swat away his hand – but without a care the Butcher grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright, unheeding of her pained snarl as he upset her ribs. His large cock slapped Blaze across the face, the tip prodding her lips and sliding over her cheeks as she kept turning and tilting her head, refusing to let him use her like war spoils; but with cruel ease he merely pulled on one of her cat ears, forcing a cry out of the Operator's throat, and allowing the Butcher to stuff his cock between her parted pink lips.

The cat-girl's muffled protest was thoroughly ignored; the sound wilting into a wet choke as the Butcher shoved her head down, forcing his long cock down her throat. The sudden fullness made her gag and splutter, pulling back but unable to retreat with his hand on her head; a throaty moan escaping the Butcher as he casually shoved her head right back down again, forcing her to suck him off.

''Ohh fuck that's the stuff.'' The Butcher groaned, tugging on her hair lightly. ''Thought I might as well use you before you die. Got a nice body; would be a shame to waste it.''

Blaze glared in disgust up at the masked man, reflexive tears pricking at her eyes as she choked on his thick cock. So large was he that it kept her tongue pinned flat against the bottom of her mouth and spread her throat open wider just to accommodate his girth, the taste of his dick imprinting itself onto her tongue as he yanked her back-and-forth, forcing her throat to adapt to his size lest she suffocate on it.

However even in her wounded state Blaze was far from submissive, and with a gargling growl the cat-girl yanked herself back, managing to free herself from his hold; his dick slipping free from her mouth. Growling in irritation the Butcher stomped towards her even as Blaze weakly crawled backwards, her glare smouldering and her eyes flickering down to her chainsaw, laid just a few feet away.

She didn't get the chance to grab it before the Butcher grabbed her; his fingers ripping her skirt down and off her legs.

''Lacy dark blue, huh?'' The Butcher taunted. ''Fancy.''

Blaze just growled at the man, kicking him with her one good leg, but he merely grabbed it and pushed it aside, his other hand holding her waist so she couldn't squirm away. Blaze knew full well what was coming but refused to submit, struggling and growling even as the Butcher grabbed ahold of her underwear and ripped it clean off her hips; the waistband digging into her flesh only momentarily before it snapped, revealing her pussy to him.

Covering herself with one hand bought her little more than a second before the Butcher just shoved her hand to the side, snatching both her wrists up and pinning them above her head with one hand – freeing his other to spread her legs apart and force himself between them. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt his thick, saliva-coated girth slap against her pussy, the tip sliding along her lips eagerly but hurriedly, missing once, twice-

''Argh!''

-and then on the third try the Butcher got it in; greedily slamming himself into Blaze's pussy. White-hot pain blazed through her crotch as he stole her first time in the harshest way possible; the pain alone bringing tears to Blaze's eyes, though they too failed to dim her glare. If anything the pain only made her glare seem more vicious; a feeble growl arising from Blaze's throat as she tried kicking her legs, to no avail.

Above her the Butcher groaned, planting his other large hand on the ground next to her and pushing in deeper – forcing a stilted scream from Blaze's throat, her head tipping as far back as possible on reflex as she felt him enter her. It was closer to having a fleshy pole shoved inside her than it was a cock; his girth thick and burying itself into her aching womanhood, soon hitting her innermost parts as he filled her completely.

That wasn't enough for him though, apparently. ''Mn, fuck you've got a tight pussy. Hope you'll last longer than the last girl.''

Anything Blaze wanted to say wilted into a stilted gasp as the man yanked his cock partway out, only to slam it forcefully back inside her – hitting her cervix like a battering ram. Gritting her teeth Blaze tried to keep her voice to herself, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of making her scream; but it hurt too much. Her insides were afire as his meaty shaft ploughed into her, hammering against her cervix so hard she felt the impact in her stomach and jolting her body with every rough thrust.

Sticking his dick in her wasn't all the masked Butcher was going to do, however. With a perverse chuckle the man grabbed the front of her outfit and pulled, his immense strength letting him rip it off – a ragged, torn chunk of cloth left in his hand and leaving her chest bare, her black sports bra the only thing preserving her modesty. That lasted all of a few seconds before it was ripped off too, lifting Blaze's back off the cold ground momentarily with the sheer force; her attention shifting south again when he bucked his hips harder, slamming into her abused pussy.

''Fuck!'' He growled, grabbing one of her large breasts with his meaty hand. ''Great tits too. Wish I could knock bitches like you up all day, watch you beg like the scum you are, heh... Mn, fuck...''

Blaze growled, but once again any words died in her throat as pain pulsed through her – diluting her voice down into a whimper. She could feel his dick spearing into her as he picked up speed; her nerves alight with pain as he used her pussy like a flesh-light, just savagely pounding her without a care in the world, hilting within her again and again. The impacts to her cervix hurt the most, her innermost parts aching as the swollen head of his cock slammed against it, as if he was trying to break through and defile her very womb.

Doubly so when he hastened his thrusts; groans tumbling from the masked man's throat as he pilloried her cervix, his shaft scraping between her walls relentlessly, little arousal or lubrication there to ease the discomfort. Yet it was only as he manhandled her breast, grunting about knocking her up, that she realised why he was fucking her so hurriedly all of a sudden.

''W-Wait, don't you dare-!''

Blaze's tight, desperate words were cut short as the Butcher slammed into her aching pussy – and with a groan of bliss creampied her. His hot cum splattered and spurted into her, painting her inner walls white and flooding her womb; the invasive feeling making Blaze choke on her own spit in disgust, shuddering as she felt his semen fill her body. He kept thrusting too; bucking his hips in short, hurried motions and smearing his load into her insides, as if to guarantee he'd impregnate her. Whether out of primal desire or a kink, she neither knew nor cared; silently glaring at the Reunion man above her.

''Ahh...'' A mercy came in the form of him pulling out; leaving her aching pussy empty and clenching around thin air. ''Fuck, guess the pussy-cat's got a nice pussy, hah!''

The crude joke made her cringe, the pain between her legs turning it into a wince. The desire to spit a foul comeback at the man arose within her but she quelled the desire – and instead jerked her arms, wrenching them free from his grip. The freedom gave Blaze the confidence to jerk a fist up, pushing past the pain inside and channelling her Arts, focusing just enough to manifest them-

-and missed.

The Butcher leaned back just in time.

''Hmph. Still got some fight in you, bitch?'' The Butcher intoned darkly; any amusement he held gone now. ''Fine. I wasn't done with your pretty ass anyway.''

A tiny spike of fear shot through Blaze but she quelled it, snarling back instead and attempting to throw another fist – but the Butcher merely grabbed her wrist and squeezed. The intense strength nearly broke her wrist and forced a scream from Blaze's throat, tears of pain pricking at her eyes as the much larger man forced her over onto her front, her bare breasts pushed into the rubble and broken glass as he held her down, his other hand shoving her head down against the ground. With his right hand free the Butcher forced her waist up, her head down and her ass up.

Then the tip slid along her pussy lips – and Blaze screamed in pain as the Butcher ploughed into her once more. The angle however made it hurt all the more, his cock scraping against new spots inside of her defiled womanhood and igniting her nerves, her eyes watering from the pain not just in her crotch, but in her sides too. Being bent over, her back arched, inflamed the two bloody gashes in her sides, every thrust the Butcher made further irritating them and forcing stilted shrieks and gritted screams from Blaze's throat.

''Yeah! How you like that?!'' The Butcher grunted, swearing under his breath. ''Fuck yeah, tighten up, beg for mercy you scum!''

Blaze couldn't reply even if she wanted to; hot pain flaring through her and choking her up. She could feel the bulbous tip of his cock hammer against her cervix, the angle letting him pound it that much easier, slamming into with nigh-bestial fervour... until she felt him thrust in a little deeper than before. Then again, and again; each thrust inching him a tiny bit deeper inside her-

-until a single, powerful thrust finally made him breach her cervix. Blaze's mind went white, unable to think for a solid second as the Butcher's massive cock began to pound her very womb, her nerves going numb as he went far deeper than humanly possible. The Butcher lived up to his name, she dimly realised in her mind; feeling his cock reshape her abused insides just to better suit his shaft, her walls gripping his cock but failing to stop him from defiling her.

''Mn!'' Blaze's knees finally gave out, leaving her laid flat on her stomach.

Not that it stopped the Butcher. Groaning with lust the bulky man kept pounding her prone-bone, his cock battering her womb and jerking her near-limp body, the fight within her dimmed and her spirit breaking; growing weak from both pain and blood loss. The Butcher certainly didn't mind; grunting and groaning as he relentlessly pounding her womb and ruined her, his thrusts stirring up the cum he'd already unloaded inside her.

Though he was about to double-up on that load, Blaze dimly realised; feeling him pound her pussy harder as he neared his limit – and with a shout the Butcher slammed into her pussy, blowing another large load inside it. His hot seed pervaded her insides, making a sticky, hot mess within her, much of it pouring into her womb. Her shudders made her tighten up and unintentionally milk more from him; squeezing out spurt after spurt of cum until she was overflowing the hot fluid.

Until, mercifully, the Butcher pulled out. ''Ahh... fuck, that was great...''

Blaze had no comeback to that; coughing weakly and shivering as she felt profuse amounts of semen leak out of her; her body defiled and her spirit broken. For a moment she just laid there, wondering if he was going to rape her again or just kill her outright; she had no way of fighting back either way. Even if by some miracle she could muster up the full might of her Arts despite her wounds and killed the bastard, she was in the middle of Reunion territory and barely able to crawl, let alone walk. She was done for.

''Hmph. Welp, since you look like you're fucked – in more ways than one – I'll leave you here to die. You ain't worth decapitating.'' The Butcher smugly remarked, kicking her bloody side and making her whimper. ''Yeah. You got anything to say 'bout that? Huh? Aren't I merciful? Aren't I a good little Reunion grunt, huh?! You Rhodes assholes keep looking down on folk like me and I am sick of that shit!''

With every harsh, furious word another kick was delivered to her side; the armoured boot digging in deep and breaking bones, forcing pained gasps and wheezes from Blaze – able to only raise one arm to try and weaken the blow, only for the Butcher to stomp down on the limb and cruelly twist his heel, forcing a stilted, harsh scream from her lips.

''Yeah, scream bitch! Bet you fucking thought you and your buds were gonna win, huh?! Well I tell you what, we're gonna go hunt 'em down and fuck them right up! Gonna do 'em raw and hang up by that courtyard fer all your fancy-pancy buds to see, eh?! How you like that?!'' With every word a more country accent coloured his voice – someone not from Ursus, she dimly realised. ''Pfft. Why am I even here. You're dead meat anyway. Gonna go get my dick wet with one of your comrades, probably more entertaining than you'd be.''

Blaze said nothing beyond a wet cough; blood leaking from her paling lips. The masked Butcher merely scoffed and went on his way, barely remembering to zip his suit back up before walking off, axe in hand.

'Everyone... hope you... got out in time...' Dimly Blaze could hear the sound of an aircraft flying overhead, the shadow briefly passing her by. 'Amiya... take care... of them... and...'

'...don't let... them get you too...'

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