From out of no where a car window imploded into it's interior. A billion pieces of tiny glass particles falling and flying into the face of one of the five occupants. Caught off guard and in shock the group of men squealed like school girls while huddling to one another. It was a momentary lapse in their reflexes and almost immediately a cacophony of shouts were hurled towards the driver to get the car moving. Unfortunate that while he was trying his best, nervous fingers had lost coordination and he could little more than fiddle with the keys in a panic. With another thunk, his window was next to come crashing in and soon after the instrument of the excitement was back inside the car caving the drivers skull in.
Again, training lapsed and the group was stunned. It almost seemed anomalous what was happening, especially giving the place and time of year. Especially giving four of the fives charge. The training switch would flip on eventually and simultaneously three car doors flung open with three behemoths for men exiting in a hurry. Heads on a swivel they frantically searched for the source while the fourth stayed confined to the safety of the vehicle. Tasers and nightsticks manifested in empty hands and with the other they fidgeted for cellphones to call for assistance. The king of Green Bay was in serious danger.
One of the bodyguards had the wherewithal to move towards the driver door and attempt to take the driver's position but just as the first escape had been in vain; so to was this one. Appearing from her cover at the front of the black sedan, the culprit came running. Sliding across the hood, hammer in hand, metal met the flesh and bone of his chin in one fluid and continuous motion. His head snapped around with considerable force and his body plunked to the pavement. One of the remaining two came charging from the rear, but before he could get his taser leveled he was doubled over having his scrotum and pelvic bone obliterated by the smaller assailant.
Tears in his eyes, he looked up to the woman pleading with his eyes. The question was on his lips but before the sound escaped already the hammer was descending on trajectory with his temple. Another one down, the voice of the last shouted into the phone he had finally been able to operate. With the car between them she sent the hammer end over end in his direction with aim true as Artemis' arrows. It was enough to disorient and cause the last of them to drop the phone, but not enough to incapacitate. Stumbling back, the guard made the quick decision of either grabbing the phone or engaging the woman. It wasn't has if she had gave him much choice. The sound of the trunks metal denting resounded in the air as she came running again across the car. Instead of sliding she took to air and the entirety of her 130 pound frame was put behind the point of her elbow. It caught just beneath his eye right on the cheek instantly gnashing flesh and spurting blood on the pavement.
The assault didn't end there as hands found themselves on the back of the guards head . Shoving his face down while her knee rose bone met bone with a thwack whipping his neck backward. Momentum carried him to the ground to stare up at her dazed. Vision blurred, he only saw her silhouette scramble for the weapon she had brandished from the start. Looking on helplessly, the last image in his mind was the flat end of the bloodied instrument that had brought this chaos, and seconds after it literally went through his mind.
"What the fuck man!" Wide eyed and horror stricken, the charge still hidden away, screamed as the sweat covered face of the femme as it came into frame where a window had been . "Do you know who I am! Please, don't kill me! I can get what you ever want! Tickets...do you need tickets!" He pleaded."
Aegean blue orbs rolled in disgust. Fucking Americans and there football. No, she didn't want tickets to watch pissbaby millionaires slap ass and bitch about getting hit in a fucking contact sport. Who would go to this length for tickets anyway?
"Get out!" A matronly and grave Mediterranean accent commanded.
Fear all over his person, the booming voice commanding a football team and been reduced to a whimper, "Come on lady, you don't have to do this. You can't do this, I'm Aaron Rodgers! They'll find you. You'll be crucified!"
"I've always wanted a crown anyways," she growled slinging the door open. "Get out." barking again she flashed the hammer for Aaron to see. Hesitant and still afraid, he relented and slowly scooted out of the car while keeping a watchful eye on the Grecian. As soon as he had stood a foot thrusted itself into the side of his knee causing him to kneel. Throwing his hands up trying to shield himself from further onslaught he screamed again, "Please God, no!"
The flat of a hand met his face sending the quarterback into the side of the vehicle. Planting a knee between his shoulder blades, the Grecian took hold of his right hand and flattened it to the metal of the trunk. "Goddess, not God, and don't fret. You'll survive. All those who worship you however...they may not." There was the briefest moment for pause as the two locked eyes, one set full of dread and the other with mischievous glee.
"Kallistēi"Osira finally hissed rearing back her arm and bringing it down with all the strength of Hephaestus onto the brittle bones of Aaron Rodgers throwing hand and then again for good measure.....
....walking away from the man she would turn one last time.
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