HS - Kicked

Seconds later, a crimson colored glove shatters through the wall, only a few feet from the door, and into the room steps the famed and elusive Scarlet Avenger. Even the few existing photographs of her could not have possibly prepared me for this.

In person, the Scarlet Avenger burns with an aura of intensity hotter than the sun. The movement of her hips as she walks is like the violent thrashing of an ocean vessel in a tropical storm. Her bouncing red hair shimmers like diamonds in an inferno. Her long slender legs lift the feet of a princess and each time they crash back down the earth quakes beneath them. Her perfect figure is the envious rage of every supermodel enveloped in crimson shrink-wrap. Briefly she turns her head and I dare to look in her eyes for a fraction of a fraction of a second before the most furious intimidation I have ever known threatens to tear my soul apart.

Fumigator sums this all up with “Dude.”

Then Scarlet Avenger choke slams him through the floor. Yes. All the way through the floor. I could never have come up with that. She’s creative too. Hammerspace already has the suitcase nuke in his hand and he’s brandishing it for her to see. “Stand back, Scarlet whore. Even you can’t survive a nuclear-” Then she kicks him in the nuts and takes the suitcase away.

- Chapter 9