CH-48 Miserable shonu

"Don't you think it's time we reaped another sinful soul, Shonu?" Twilight arose, brandishing a blade, then…

—poof!

She pulled a houdini art and went completely off the grid.

The tension was so thick, you could have been farming it for candied yams. Before anyone could say: Wait, what's that shiny thing?...

—slish!!

"Ahhhhh!"

A whole bunch of bad guy jugulars were moaning quite intimately with a piece of very sharp metallurgy on their throats or important vital points.

The blade sang a soprano shriek as it sliced through flesh and bone.

—schlik!

A succulent clunking noise, as of a gashed fruit being sliced from the vine, like stepping into an overripe melon, heralded the head toppled free from the shoulder.

As for the rest of the details, those poor souls were left as clueless as a centipede at a Venice Beach barefoot contest. Lights out for them - literally!

Thud!

...

Thud!

In a twinkling, a plethora of pumpkins rolled on the mother earth. It was indivisible heads or half bodies.

On the other side, their former owners did a corpse-plant on the ground. They all were the workers of the dastardly Shonu and his scoundrel crew.

Twilight kept her power levels on the down-low, but after cleaving those rascals, the cosmic scoreboard, the system, gave her a tier promotion to the stage 3 after she was rewarded experience points.

"Child's play!" she smirked, plopping back on the throne. Her all black samurai sword looked like it had taken a bath at a butcher's convention.

"Ahhhhhhh! It is blood!" The students in attendance let out a symphony of shrieks that would make Ghost himself yell; Keep it down, kids!

A handful even made an impromptu Jackson Pollock painting - using their own buckets of thrown-up lunch as the medium.

This stemmed from their watching the newly decapitated with peepers wider than a stunned chameleon's.

"Too fast than any normal cultivators!" Gwen narrowed her eyes with observation. Even with her vast combat knowledge, she couldn't pinpoint exactly what cultivation realm that women are in.

The sneaky so-and-so kept those power levels on lockdown tighter than Fort Knox's social media accounts.

Gwen worried her rump may be handed to her with a side of humble pie.

But she did study the precision decapitation technique with the detection of a serial killer investigating the latest forensic files.

Twilight's blade didn't just hachimaki a straight path to jugville.

Oh no, she put a tantalizing little torque on that puppy… similar to a maestro cranking up an orange peeler for maximum zestiness.

Each slice landed in a fresh newLocation: Latitude oopsie daisie, Longitude kodak moment.

Gwen watched as Twilight's sword seemed to almost… caress the soon-to-be stump smoothness.

Like a scandalous dance partner getting much too friendly, it made a slow spiraling trail all the way around before - SNIKT! Off popped the cantaloupe, rolling away from freedom.

"... What happened?" Shonu goggled around, his jaw unhinging like a snake's. The crimson puddles and fallen former flunkies told the gory story

Twilight rocked a chilling tone colder than a penguin's pitching wedge. "Perhaps we could exchange a genteel parley of knowledge swapping?"

Her mouth has a Cheshire grin that would curdle battery acid. "That way, I won't have to get all creative with the old torture routine… First MCQ; What exactly are you aiming for or your organization?"

"... Do it? Why don't you take that question and carefully rotate it 360 degrees?" Shonu responded to Twilight's quizz with a one-middle-fingered salute.

"Hmph! Somebody needs an adjustment." Twilight's eyes half-closed to icy slits. She motions her fingers, then a razor-thin wire whipped around Shonu's that rebellious digit.

"Eenie… meenie… miney…" Before the rude hand puppet could exit stage left, Twilight gave the thread a vicious yank with her hands.

"... Here your asshole's finger goes!"

—Squish!

"ARRRGHHH!" Shonu's lone protester did a swan dive, landing with a fleshy plop on the floor.

Twilight cropped Shonu's finger with a flick of her wrist from the floor, then flipped it onto his… angst mouth. "Oops, butterfingers!"

—Tsssshhhhh!

She materialized before the contorted man. The culprit looming over his crumpled 90 degrees position after her punch dug within his abdomen.

"Cough!" Shonu coughed blood on her hands.

"Look, I generally prefer not to get all Michael Madsen on someone's potty mouth. But you..." She sighed deeply, backed away little, and kicked hard on his cheek at an 180 degree angle.

"You're just not giving a girl many options here."

"F***!" Shonu hit the deck like a redwood in a hurricane. He started to push up, target to… pffh… at least regain some dignity in a seated position.

"Because you're punching wayyy below your weight class, chump."

Before his butt could reconnect with terra firma…

—Twaph!

-Twilight's razor-sharp stiletto came crashing down, her heel gouged into his cheek, smooshing his face against the unforgiving floor. It was a movie as if it was a slab of beef being tenderized.

She leaned in, red eyes glinting with sadistic glee, and the hot breath flowed into his ear as she purred, "Scared, little man?... If not, You should be!"

"Let me go, you wretched bitch!" Shonu roared, his voice a guttural snarl of rage and pain. He thrashed violently, muscles straining as he fought against the inescapable restraints.

"Arghhhhhhh!" A ebon blade had been driven through the center of both hands, pinning both of it above his head.

The merciless steel impaled his flesh, sinking deep into the brutal stone beneath.

No matter how he competed, his hands reserved cruelly spiked in the same place, a crimson halo blooming outward as blood seeped from the grievous wounds.

Twisting her heel, Twilight ground his battered face deeper into the cold, abrasive concrete. "It is just a playground. And I'm just getting warmed up. Also… When I ask a question, 'No' is not an acceptable choice…"

Shonu's hateful glare was on Twilight, Flecks of spittle flew from his contorted lips as he hurled the vitriolic demand through gritted teeth. "I said let...me...GO, You insufferable whore!!"

Twilight's free hand fisted his hair, shaking his head back at a grotesque angle until their eyes met, And stymie.

"... So either you give me what I want… or I'll just keep dishing out complimentary dismemberments until you beg for the sweet release of death… Capisce?"