Lady Maria HP: 31
Roll to hit: 16
Roll to Damage: 13 x 2 = 26-7= 19

Maria’s eyelids slowly fluttered open to see the girl looming over her, seemingly entranced by something, Maria didn’t know what. Then she looked down, and saw that the girl had torn her coat open, revealing her breasts for all to see. For the first time in possibly her entire life, Maria felt… embarrassment. The girl had knocked her unconscious, and did who-knows-what to her. Like lightning, Maria’s arm shot up, grabbing the girl’s throat and bringing her close.

“A corpse… should be left well alone.”

With that said, Maria grabbed the sword still stuck in the girl’s arm and ripped it free, splattering more blood on the ground. Maria held the blade out… and dropped it.

Maria saw the look of confusion on the girl’s face, and chuckled.

“Wouldn’t want it to get in the way now, would we?”

Maria half-ran towards the girl, and threw a ferocious right, her fist slamming into the girl’s face, knocking her down to the grass. Immediately Maria pounced on the girl, both knees pinning her arms. The girl’s massive breasts bounced in front of Maria, giving her a wonderfully violent idea.

Maria took her gloves off, throwing them aside. Once again, she grabbed the girl’s soft, pillow-like breasts. However, this time, she wasn’t going to play with them. Maria’s fingers dug into the girl’s flesh, and using the girl’s arms as leverage, Maria started to pull.

The girl gave Maria a look of confusion, then pain, then horror as she realized what Maria was trying to do. A sickening frenzy enveloping her senses, Maria pulled on the things as hard as she could, and she felt a sense of jubilation when she heard the first rip!

The girl tried with all her might to stop Maria, her legs trying to get her into a chokehold, as well as trying to pry her arms free. After those unsuccessful attempts, she just started to beg, unintelligible phrases spewing out of her mouth like blood from a cut. Maria felt another tear, sending another wave of satisfaction through her body, and no doubt, another wave of immeasurable pain through the girl’s.

The girl was sobbing now, resigned to her fate. Maria almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

With a final tug, Maria ripped the two breasts free from their fleshy prison, leaving the girl screaming in pain, and creating two ragged holes in the girl’s chest. Maria rubbed the breasts over her own body, relishing the fresh blood and the cries of the mutilated girl below her. At this point, she didn’t care about living or dying. She was going to get as much out of this girl as she could.