Ashley Graham (Part Two) (Patreon)

It didn’t take long for Ashley to find her cultist base. They tried to trap her at first, take her down before she had found any of them. Booby traps all along the way, designed to kill any intruders. From buzzsaws to poison darts to even regular bullets. All of them were intended to kill whoever came, including the strongest of mercenary squads. They had heavily predicted almost just about any threat, but not a single one could have warned them on such a deadly threat. The biggest one that the forces behind the traps could never have predicted. Ashley Graham. Ashley herself would crush buzz blades in her palms, poison darts and gases didn’t even cause her to cough, and bullets harmlessly bounced right off her. Not a single force was actually harming her, and that was how Ashley happened to like it. Watching on the monitor, was the very cult leaders who had set everything up, all confused by what they were watching.

Saddler had no idea what was going on, convinced that she was under the control of some super plaga. It was the only logical explanation for how such a small frail seeming woman could he so much more powerful than everything he had. Salazar was near foaming and stomping his feet, certain that this was all an illusion to trick them! Méndez and Krauser knew what they were going to have to do. The two of them were more the type to break down everyone who was a threat to their cult. The two left the room, Krauser holding a grenade launcher in hand, while Méndez followed after him with a sledgehammer dragging on the ground. The two were enhanced in every way that mattered. They were far stronger than any living being should have been, or frankly had any right to be. Not that the two minded being aberrations, given they could easily wipe out anyone in their path.

They didn’t have much time to leave the room before Ashley just slammed through a wall. Why walk through doors, when walls tended to show where the real treat is. Krauser had to admit, he had not seen someone like her in a long time. A beauty to be beheld, but he was no fool. She also had the aura of a woman of extreme power and danger. If Krauser was going to take her down, he was going to have to hit her fast and hard. Krauser made sure his arm changed as quickly as it could, becoming the blade form. Charging at her, his arm fully changed to its deadliest form, he had planned to slice and dice Ashley into a thousand pieces before she even recognized what was going to happen.

Krauser swung at her as fast as he chime, his blade ready to take her head off. He has pictured what she would try to do, dodge by going down. Of course, such a plan would obviously fail, for he has planned for the knee bones he had to extend, and stab into her. Krause was living blade, and he would have the power to take down anyone who was near him. Ashley stood no chance of survival, when he could cut through steel like it was wet tissue paper. Krauser had no chance to win when his blade arm instantly snapped when it hit her neck. The blade popped right off his arm, shattering as it did in the air, having fractured just hitting her. Krauser had no time to even think of how screwed he was before he was kicked right in the face by Ashley.

“How rude.”

Those were the last words Krauser heard in a long while as he was sent flying, feeling as if every bone and tooth in his face broke. That was because it did. Krauser did not soar as more he exploded like a rocket fired from a payload. Méndez saw his partner fly, smashing right through the ceiling of the castle, and realized then and there how much of a problem he was now in. If she could do that to Krauser, what could she do to him? Méndez knew that if he was going on the attack, he would have to hit as hard as humanly possible. Or rather, as hard as he could. For Méndez could hit harder than a rhino with his bare hands. Add in his sledgehammer, and well, he hit you with the hammer, and you’ll explode before he’s even finished with his swing.

Méndez swung at Ashley as hard ad he could, and Ashley threw her own fist, punching the hammer as hard as she could, exploding it on instant impact as she did. Méndez saw the hammer disintegrate as her own punch obliterated his own weapon in hand, and if that was the worst thing to happen to Méndez, it may not have been so bad. Too bad for him, that Ashley was not the forgiving type. Not even close. Ashley instead grabbed Méndez’s arm that had held the hammer, and with a tight grip on his wrist that nearly broke it, she swung him high up in the air. As he was high above, his hat fell and she yanked it, putting it on her own head. What could she say, she liked hats. Slamming the man down on the ground as hard as she could, she formed a crater with the impact of his very own body. Poor Méndez couldn’t even scream before he was thrown in the air and was kicked in the back.

Méndez felt his spine break as he flew fast and hard, breaking right through the very wall as he did. Ashley looked at the two remaining leaders, both who had no idea what to make of her. The fact that this small woman had just defeated all of their traps and then their two main enforcers, it seemed to be impossible. Still, Sadler had one last method to wipe her out, far worse than just about any other. Salazar himself also had a few tricks up his sleeve intended to slay anything that would make him afraid. To him, Ashley was pure terrifying. Ashley could see the two men were planning something, and didn’t care. Whatever idea they had, she would easily crush. Ashley pointed at the men, and knew whatever would happen, she was going to make them pay for all their crimes.

“Saddler, Salazar, on the ultimate authority of all… you’re both going down, scumbags!”