NOTE: As a warning this and the chapters after it are going to get pretty intense. A lot more cussing and violence than the ones before so BE PREPARED.
When she felt an opening Storm quickly bent her leg up as far as it could go between the mans legs drawing from him a pained howl as her calf made contact with his manhood. Moving one hand to comfort his injured flesh the man lifted the other to the woman's neck and wasting no opportunity she took the thick flesh in her mouth biting down hard enough to draw blood. When the man released her out of impulse she used the chance to send the hardest punch she could muster into the right side of the mans jaw.
Unprepared for the series of attacks he stumbled back dropping his victim to the floor. Stunned he stared down at the woman before him. Storm likewise felt her own body betray itself as the realization of what she had done kicked in and shock/fear over took her, paralyzing her legs. She had not drawn blood but judging by the way Toler looked at her she knew he would make sure she did. "Bitch" he hollered. "You want to fight like a man" he hissed. "I'll beat you like one"!
Without warning the man slammed his foot into the woman's stomach and Storm cried out as she felt the familiar taste of blood fly from her mouth and onto the floor. Toler tilted his head slightly almost fascinated by the sight. "You know" he snickered. "Red really is a nice color on you". Glaring Storm jumped from the floor fist flying in the direction of her enemy. She was fast but again he was faster. In a moment he side stepped her grabbing a hold of the woman's arm and twisting it untill they both heard the bone dislodge itself with an audible pop.
Storm cried as she fell to the floor once more folding the injured arm under her chest as she tried her best to fight through the pain. Ororo's head was spinning now and in the distance the image of Toler double and singled distorting her view. "I kill mutants for a living dear" he explained walking up to the injured woman. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't know how to fight"?
From her place on the floor Ororo struggled to rise to her knees as she used her left hand to blast what little bit of energy the windowless room would allow at her opponent. He dodged every one moving in to kick the woman's stomach that knocking out what little air she had within her. She crumpled on contact. Rolling over she moved to lift herself once more but found her injured arms too weak to support her weight. Toler walked around her inspecting his work with what she knew without looking was a satisfied grin.
"Tsk Tsk" he mocked. "I expected so much more out of you". "Sorry to disappoint" Storm retorted her voice just above a whisper. She knew her cockiness would anger Toler and at least if he was to kill her that day she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her give up. Furious he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her into kneeling stance before him. "What was that" he asked. Storm flinched waiting for the another blow to be struck but, it never came. Instead her attacker leaned forward close enough for her to feel his lips touch her ear as he whispered "Oh you have no idea how long I've waited to do this".