Easing the Tension 5

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Ease 5

Walkiria screamed as the woman began to twist the blade pinning the heroine to the massage table. The Asian assassin grunted; the blade was stuck in the table and resisted her efforts to turn the hilt. With the last reserves of her usually near-unstoppable strength she pushed her attacker away. Her failing strength was still sufficient to knock Rin off her feet and tear the hilt of the energy blade from her grasp. The assassin hit the wall hard enough to dent the drywall. The killer had held on to the hilt long enough for the blade to be wrenched free of the table top, This allowed the wounded heroine to roll off the table. She landed hard on the tile floor, screaming again as the impact moved the weapon piercing her torso. She tried to rise but her body refused to obey as the energy from the blade disrupted the ionic energy that powered her body. She looked over as the assassin got up and started toward her.

“Time to collect my fee,” said Rin coldly as she approached the stricken heroine.


Olga was just leaving the Jacuzzi room. The hot tub was bubbling loudly as she opened the door and heard a pain-filled scream. She recognized the voice as that of her friend Maia but had difficulty comprehending her friend in such pain. In the blink of an eye she sprinted down the hall. Her speed was sufficient to create a wind that ripped pictures and posters off the hallway walls as she passed. Skidding to a stop in the doorway to the massage room, she was shocked to see Walkiria laying on the floor, the hilt of some sort of glowing weapon protruding from her back. A stranger with oriental features was starting to bend over her fallen friend when Olga stopped in the doorway.

Seeing the arrival of the Soviet Superwoman, Rin snarled in frustration and sprinted from the room. She knew there was no way she could defeat the Russian heroine in a stand up fight. Her only hope was to reach her prepared escape route before the Slavic powerhouse gave chase.

Olga snarled as she saw the assassin take to her heels. She instinctively prepared to give chase but stopped short when Walkiria moaned. She knelt next to her wounded friend, shocked to see not blood but glowing purple energy flowing from the wound. She could feel the heat radiating from the wound; it was like standing in front of an open blast furnace. “Милая, how can I help?” She asked, braving the exotic radiation being emitted from the wound.

Walkiria bit her lip, the pain was excruciating. She could no longer move her legs or her left arm. “The blade, pull it out!” She begged her friend.

Olga frowned, she knew from her military training it was better to leave the object in until medical attention could arrive. “Maia, you know it is best to leave it in, if I pull it out you could bleed to death!” She said with concern.

Walkiria shook her head, grimacing in pain. “No, no blood Olga. Pure energy. The energy of the blade is poisoning my own energy. You have to pull it out, now!”

The Soviet Superwoman felt her heart race as her hand closed around the hilt of the sword. She squeezed her friend’s shoulder with her free hand and felt Walkiria nod to signal she was ready. “Боже, помоги мне” she muttered softly.