They'd been training for some time now, the assassin and her new partner. This had been his best win against her yet, and he had her pinned under him. With a roll of his hips, he dragged himself up along her torso, until he was straddling her middle. She was a lying cunt. A tease, they called her. She'd also pissed off one too many people, and he had a job. He could see her confusion, as she was pinned beneath him.

"I think I'd rather have my fun here," he told her, watching as her face scrunched up all the more. She'd offered him play in her room, but that had been a ploy to simply get out from under the man. Maybe she would give him a peep show, but that had been about it. Flash some nipple then send him on his way to jerk off to the memory. But he wasn't budging and she had to wonder if he'd planned to force himself on her here, in the training ring.

"Now wait just - " she started, but didn't finish. His fist smashed into her face, cutting her words off with a cry of pain as her head bounced off the mat. Then he did this again. And a third time. He felt her nose crunch under his blows, and a gush of blood splash over her face. Another punch. And another. Her cheek bone broke and she sobbed, thrashing under him. A seventh blow had her body arc up, and she wailed now, begging.

"Stop….please stop!" She implored of him, through a mouth that now missed a few teeth. She was shaking her head, shaking her body. Her legs had a tremble she couldn't actually control. He smacked her face now, open handed, smearing blood over her cheeks. "Anything…give you anything." Another punch, another wail. The tenth one fell on her right eye, and the orbit around it cracked under the blow.

But his hand was sore now, and he was panting. This hadn't been a fast beating, it had been slow and measured. But he was tiring. He needed to finish this. So he reached for the knife and gripped it in his hand, ignoring the pain in his knuckles.

She saw the blade gleam, with her one good eye, and screamed, trying to throw him off of her. IT didn't work. Oh, he bucked, but his weight was well spread and she couldn't toss him away. Especially not after the beating he'd delivered to Christie. He drew his tongue carefully across the blade, to keep it from nicking his skin. Then he reversed the grip in his left hand.

"Good bye, Christie. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a cunt," he told her, bringing the blade down. He pressed the tip against her right ear, seeing her confusion. "Oh, and such a shitty assassin." And then he slammed his right hand in against the hilt, driving the blade into her skull with a sickening crunch, through her ear, angled up just a bit, to ensure the long blade went into the brain.

This sudden severing of nerves sent her body jerking about, twitching, eyes going wide - or more accurately, eye, as the other one had been swollen shut from the beating. Her mouth popped open and her tongue shot out as she made strangled, choked words. He gave the knife a good solid twist, as blood pooled under her head and piss pooled between her legs. The body gave one more jerk, and then fell still.

Standing up, he wiped the handle of the blade off, but left the body there in the ring, for some poor sap to find the next day.

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Sgt. Candice "Candy " Morgen, a hand to hand combat specialist in the Army. Many a soldier had lusted after her, and many had been turned down. But now you have a chance to take her out, for good.