One of the burlier men, a bald guy desperately in need of a good dentist, sneered in her direction. He swung the bat menacingly, Leo less than impressed by his antics. She furrowed her brows as he began to walk up to her. “Do you think you can kill me...with that?”
The answer was obvious enough as he swung hard to the side of her head. Raising up her arm, she stopped the blow, woodchips landing in her hair as the bat broke. She smiled malevolently at his shock. “Such a foolish man.” She grabbed the offending arm, squeezing, twisting, pulling. With a loud snap, his arm was torn out its socket, blood decorating the brick alley walls, the man wailing in his agony.
Laughing, Leo kicked him aside, tossing his arm onto his flailing body. His buddies stared aghast. She shrugged innocently. “What? I did give you fair warning...hell, not really,” She stepped forward, licking her lips. “Who's next?”
The four gulped before staring hard. They began to approach her. Shit... She was wasting time with these insignificant beings but...nothing wrong with a little fun. The man with the stiletto lunged forward just as Leo pitched her trench coat into the air.
Serious expression, Leo grabbed hold of the knife before it reached, grabbing hold of the hilt. She stabbed forward, blade landing deep into the heart of the bat holder. She slit the throat of the man she stole the stiletto from, lodging the blade in between the eyes of the second knife holder.
The Glock holder readied his gun, placing the barrel in between her eyes. She widened her eyes. “Eep!” He pulled the trigger, the golden bullet hitting only air as it stuck itself into the granite stone wall of a bank.
A look of confusion crossed the man's face, he growing pale at feeling the barrel of his gun, the very same one that had been in his hands, drilled into the side of his neck. He glanced, catching the broad smile of Leo, finger on the trigger. “Bang!” She fired, blood splattering her hands as his throat exploded from the point blank shot.
The last man's body falling with the same sick thump as his friends, Leo extended her left arm lithely into the air, leather trench coat catching her arm and slipping effortlessly back onto her figure. She buttoned the first two buttons but not before licking the blood from her fingertips. “For all your troubles I will admit you all do taste oh so lovely...”
Giggling ecstatic at the flavor on her lips, she holstered the Glock. Very calmly, she walked over the mess, picked up her Louis Vuitton bag, and stepped into the streets...