Laila's First Aerilon Mission

"A cannibalistic cult. That's just super." "What did you expect? It's Aerilon, Eric." "I know, Derril, just that... Fuck, I'm having second thoughts about getting assigned to this place." "It's because of Laila, right?" "...Maybe." "Dude, don't worry about it. One thing I've learned about that woman during my work with her is that she's not going to hurt teammates unless they [i]seriously[/i] fuck up." "I know, but it's still unnerving as hell having her here." Tatham smirked, and patted the lieutenant on the shoulder. "You'll get used to her. Anyway, you're moving out in thirty-" "I think [i]I[/i] would prefer to take this mission." A soft, yet somehow commanding voice said from the doorway behind the two. Brasher jumped slightly, making Tatham snort. He turned away from his computers, towards Laila. "Why's that, Ma'am?" "I haven't gone on a hands-on mission in so long, dear. And this seems just up my alley, wouldn't you say?" Tatham glanced at the lieutenant next to him. Brasher shrugged, still looking somewhat nervous. The tech expert looked back at the woman in the doorway. "Fine by me. You'll be heading out in-" "Now. I'll be heading out now." "Kay." | The woman, dressed in her usual, ridiculously colorful attire was standing in front of the building reported to be the cult's hideout. A rundown, abandoned shop. The front windows had been boarded up. A bit of a trend in town, really.The woman grinned, cracked her knuckles, and walked towards the door. She knocked twice, and placed her hands behind her back.The door opened slightly, a bloodshot eye looking at her through the tiny gap. "Who are you, and what do you want?" "Oh, is this the wrong place? I met a guy lat night, and he said I should meet him here. He said I could meet his friends, and we could share a meal?" There was a chuckle from behind the door, and it opened fully. The man behind the door was young. Really young, most likely not even 20. How typical of this place. Laila strolled past him, and the door was slammed shut. "We will indeed share a meal, girly. And that meal will be [i]you[/i]." The boy hissed out, as more men, and a few women appeared between the aisles and emerged from behind the counter. 14 in total. One of the larger of these sorts of cults, it seemed. Laila laughed, making some of the men look between themselves nervously. There was something distinctly unnerving about her.  The guy who had opened the door locked it, and glanced around.
"Well? The fuck are you waiting for? Kill her!" He called out. The cannibals all roared out, and attempted to jump her, brandishing knives, clubs, cleavers, and one of them a hatchet. How crude. Laila jumped into the air, above the attackers, and over them, grabbing a spare knife off the counter. What fool had placed that there? They would certainly regret it. Laila turned back to them, and, with a single slash, chopped off the hand of one of the men, making him scream and fall to the floor, clutching his stump arm, the hatchet he had been holding falling to the floor. The others looked to her in a bit of shock and disbelief. She merely grinned, readying her next strike.
 The hatchet-wielder screamed out, and attempted to charge her. The woman simply sidestepped the attack, jabbing the knife into his throat with one hand, and grabbing his weapon with the other. She then threw said weapon into the head of one of the knife-brandishing women, cracking her skull, and most likely tearing the brain. Both of them fell down, dead, leaving Laila seemingly unarmed. The others, while terrified, realized this, and attempted a second, more organized charge. Laile hopped back and rolled over the counter, scanning the floor for any weapons. Nothing but debris. While she could use said debris to kill off them without issue, that just wouldn't be much fun. Instead, she watched as the fools that had charged her rushed into the counter, one of them getting his stomach slammed against it, knocking the air out of him and causing him to drop his cleaver. "Thank you, dear." Laila said, grabbed it, and slammed the blade down into his forehead, a short, terrified scream escaping his mouth moments before contact. She left the blade where it was, and hopped atop the counter,grabbing onto the head of one of the women. She jumped over her, pulling her neck down onto one of the knives held by another cannibal. She gurgled, coughing out blood into the poor bastard's face before dying. He screamed, and fell down on his back, begging for mercy. The woman turned back to the remaining assailants. Seven in front of her. She heard a click behind her. "Don't fucking move an inch, bitch, or I'll blow your head off!" The boy from before shouted out, pointing a gun at the back of her head. "How cute," she said, "that you actually believe I'd be threatened by you." Laila grabbed onto the man's hand, pushing the gun up as he fired. The bullet hit the ceiling, causing some paint do drop down onto the others, all looking absolutely terrified. She twirled around the boy, bending his arm backwards. And then she raised her leg and kicked his shoulder, effectively dislodging it entirely with surprising force. The boy screamed in pain, falling down and writhing along with the man who had his hand severed. The last of the women gulped and raised her hands up in the air, letting her club fall to the floor. "Please, we'll do whatever you want!" She said, and the others followed suite, dropping their armaments and surrendering. Laila grinned, looking between the cannibals and placing her hands behind her back. "Anything?" She asked, to which they all nodded enthusiastically. "Good. [i]Then die." She said, throwing her hands out in front of her. In them she was holding what appeared to be somewhat large needles, one in between each two fingers. She released them, tossing the needles into the necks of the creatures standing in front of her. The needles went through their necks, piercing their arteries, and making them fall. In a matter of minutes, they were dead. After short cleanup involving finishing off the two on the floor, Laila stood up, wiped off the blood from her outfit, and unlocked the door. Mission accomplished. And what a fun mission it had been.