ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯
Drill Sergeant milf . Raging sexually frustrated switch (50/50) .
Hole ruining, hip shattering, dick milking older woman .
Sometimes comes with a cock .
“Thanks, your..not half-bad yourself”
He said with a dry laugh, stumbling up to his feet. Looking back at his target before walking opposite of him
First and Last time he picks a contract to fight a Hanma
“That right? Well I can definitely trust the guy who just tried to kill me.”
Returning to his feet and slipping his hands back into his pockets.
“Not a bad attempt though.”
Walking past him continuing to his destination.
“…hmm
Sorry bud, can’t say
‘Client confidentiality’ and all that”
He’d replied, slowly sitting up. Both hands rubbing his head
“It’s no one you know, that’s for sure. Thou I doubt you need to worry too much about it”
He’d slowly placed both hands on his heads, hopping he could stop it from spinning
“Merel…they call me Merel
Guessing this-fuck..explains the large bounty on ya head”
His head HURTS, his vision is dazed and he’s pretty sure he’s on the edge of being concussed
“Just…a job.
Besides..I’m barely a threat to ya now so..what’s the point,eh?”
Yeah,he’s a contract merchant but he’s not dumb enough to fight a lossing battle
Foot raised to prepare to stomp his head in to either incapacitate or kill his attacker.
Stopping and dropping the limb at the plea.
“Eh?”
Confused head tilt.
“Why shouldn’t I? You were about to kill me right?”
But what was he gonna do now? What manner of counter will he throw out?
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Nothing.
He’d just throw both hands up,groaning in sheer pain
“I-agh I give! Just..fuu-ugh don’t kill me”
‘Shit’
The thought crossed his mind before seeing the boy disappear and reappear in front of him
He barely had time to react before feeling the palm on his face and solid impact of the concrete floor on the back of the head
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Then exceptionally explosive speed moving him from out of the way.
“Good attempt.”
Open palm slap and gripping firmly upon head, forcing back of the assassin’s head onto the ground.
“…….”
Minimal reactions do his facial expression.
Not too surprised.
From kidnapping the president, hijacking an airplane, and storming a military base.
There’s no wonder someone wants him dead.
“Sure you wanna do that?”
“Oh!
Sorry kid, I was just..checking something.
It’s not personal by the way, it’s just part of my contract”
He’d say with an apologetic tone like if he just accidentally bumped into someone before taking out a gun and aiming it at him