Raphael
HP: 91
To hit: 19 = Critical, 2nd roll: 15 (amputation/destruction) 3rd Roll: 16 (upper body destruction)
To wound: (6+ 3)x 2 = 18 damage.

"Come here" the woman said as she beckoned to Raphael with her hand.

The little bitch was taunting him. What a fool.

Without wasting an instant Raphael launched himself once more into an attack. Thrust after thrust rained down towards Asuna, but she managed to parry and deflect them all, however each time Raphael managed to inch his way a little closer. As she parried a final strike aimed straight towards her face Raphael snapped outward with his left hand and grabbed her by the wrist. He twisted hard and the woman screamed in pain, the tendons of her wrist started to pop, and her sword clattered to the ground next to her. Keeping his grip Raphael kicked the woman's blade across the courtyard behind her.

With one final hard wrench, he let the woman's arm go and then smiled.

"Let's see just how good you are without your precious little sword" he said as he sneered.

He could see fear in the woman's eyes but she didn't turn to run after her sword like he expected. Smart woman.

With a yell he launched his first attack, a horizontal cut toward the woman face, she doges backwards, but just barely. His next motions were like a blur; cut after cut rained down on the woman's torso, blood splashed through the air as his sword cut across her again and again. She stumbled backwards against the hail of strikes, trying desperately to avoid them without any luck. White hot pain flared across the woman's body again and again until she could take it no more.

With a final slash from collar bone to hip Raphael stepped back to admire his handiwork.

The woman's once-white tunic was now a smear of red, crisscrossed by over a dozen cuts. With a wet plop what was left of the tattered garment fell to the stone floor.

The damage was un-imaginable. The woman's shoulders each bore deep wounds that bled openly, her collar was crisscrossed with vicious slashes, but worst of all, her tits and ribs had been cut to the bone. Her once pert breast were now nothing more than tattered pieces of exposed meat and fat, her left breast had been mostly severed, a large piece of skin and fat along with her nipple hung by a string of skin as she stumbled backwards.

"You shouldn't have resisted little girl. It would have been far less painless if you had just let me have your soul"