B.B. HP: 45
Roll to Hit: 13
Roll to Damage: 14 - 1 = 13 (Play 'er off...)

CRNCH!

Trickles of crimson began to flow from B.B.s ruined nose, as the knee mashed it sloppily to the side. Cursing in-between the coughs caused by blood running down her windpipe, Bonnie toppled off the side of her prey with her hand clutching her face.

Once the Darkhunter finally got herself back under control, she looked up at the Huntress. Ruby had taken the opportunity to shakily rise to her feet, and was just now starting to unravel the impromptu noose around her neck.

With this new blow, Bonnie was overcome with fury. That was IT. This rose was getting clipped NOW.

Hood dashed forward loosing an animalistic warcry, her sudden burst of speed a surprise in the currently lethargic movements of the exhausted and crippled combatants. Ruby had just a moment to realize that this was because Bonnie was firing her gauntlet backwards as she ran -- a trick heavily utilized by her and her late sister -- before they collided and were sent into yet another sprawl.

In the resulting tangle of bodies and limbs fingers soon grabbed hold of the back of Ruby's scalp, lifting and carrying her along like a caveman's prize. She was pulled this way by her opponent until they reached a building wall, at which point Ruby was lifted to standing by B.B. and smashed face-first into the bricks.

This was repeated several more times, with Hood still roaring as Ruby's features were slowly broken and warped by the repeated impacts. Teeth dripped from her slack mouth, her nose was hammered flat, and the humiliated flush of what remained of her cheeks gave way to dark purples. Her one hand beat against the wall uselessly, looking for any way out and finding none.

Eventually the back-and-forth died down, and Ruby's battered face came to rest inside the small wall crater it had made. That is, until Bonnie's gauntleted hand came in from above to shove fingers into her coppery craw and take firm hold of the roof of her mouth.

BANG!

The gauntlet discharged another shot. The force went entirely into the wall, spattering them with more fragments, but Hood never intended to hit her victim with it. Instead the recoil was used to pull back Ruby's skull with ludicrous force, causing an equally loud SNAP as her neck was broken and her head fell to rest upside-down on her back.

The woman who wanted to be a huntress stared at her murderer unbelievingly, still not sure why the world to her was now in reverse. Her mouth opened and closed in silent pleas as her body slowly slid down the wall, eventually coming to rest at the bottom. She tried to rise, to run, to do ANYTHING, but her ruined form only replied with spasms and shudders. Unable to come to terms with the sheer horror, Rose shut her already lethargic eyelids and prayed to wake up.

---

B.B. Hood examined the twitching body of her mark, slowly regaining her composure as she realized that the deed was finally done. Pretty good, all things considered: Due to the way she slid down the wall Ruby's body lay with her rear poking up, allowing a clear view underneath her fancy lacy skirt. Coupled with the tearing to her hose and underwear B.B. had recently done, it was as if she was presenting herself for...

A cheery grin spread across the Darkhunter's face, and she turned to find out where her left arm had gone off to. That was the one her basket was resting on, and she needed some equipment.

---

Against all odds, Ruby was still not dead. Her fate was surely sealed, don't get anything wrong about that, but only a portion of her nerve lines were severed completely as her neck was destroyed. She was paralyzed and fading fast, but was denied the mercy of an instant death.

The trauma of it all had caused her to fade into fuzziness, and she probably would have soon passed on semi-peacefully if left alone. But that was not meant to be, as a new surge of pain jolted her back into full consciousness.

"Oh yeah," she heard from above. "Take it, girl."

The woman who would never be a Huntress focused her eyes, and finally made sense of what was happening. Oh, how she wished she didn't. Hood was towering over her, with her very own Crescent Rose in her grasp. She had figured out how to activate it's scythe mode, and was now... shoving the handle into her. Ruby could only watch with despair as her own weapon gradually sunk deeper and deeper into her own still-shuddering backside; feeling waves of unimaginable pain despite the growing numbness as the large and pointed handle tore through her most private of parts.

Eventually the weapon could physically go no more, and Hood stepped back with a pleased smile. Then, stooping for a moment to fish her camera out of the basket beside her, began taking pictures anew.

"If this doesn't net a bonus I don't know what will." Bonnie mused to herself between clicks of shots being taken.

The afterimages of the camera flashes overtook her vision, and Ruby knew that her time was finally at an end. Her silver eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she let out a weak, pitiful gurgle as a final death rattle. As she drifted off -- to reunite with her sister in whatever waited in the hereafter -- she could distantly hear one last parting shot from her murderer:

"Man, I can't WAIT to upload and start spreading these around."