A little while prior…
Within the confines of an intricate office, a middle-aged woman sits lazily on top of a large desk with her legs crossed. The woman chews on her royal blue hair just to give her mouth something to do.
A problem that her busy hands do not share as they are occupied with inspecting small colorful orbs that filled a jar. There's neither a smile nor a frown on her face–just exhaustion.
In front of her, the Dark Mercenary known as "16" awaits her next command. His mask conceals his facial features, but his body remains in a steadfast posture.
The woman, Klia, carelessly flicks an orb towards 16; he effortlessly catches it with one hand as though he expected this outcome.
"Release the next one."
Crack
16 enclosed his fingers around the orb, then tossed it into the air as it began to heat up. A bunny demi-human manifests into existence; she looks very confused, as though she were interrupted while in the middle of something. The moment her eyes met Klia's, she was met with a look of contempt.
"Are you kidding me? Another one of these demis? What useful thing can she even do?"
"That one appears to be a Dark Mercenary, like I am. Flenn is her name, I think."
Like cause and effect, negative thoughts immediately flooded Flenn's head:
Tch. Who the hell is this woman looking at? I don't even want to engage with her, but now I'm pissed off.
"H–"
Before the first word on Flenn's mind could fully exit her mouth, she forces her lips shut. Her long ears twitch.
Wait wait wait, how did I get here in the first place?! The last thing I remember is quietly escaping from that fish freak during the big commotion…!
Flenn, who remains on the floor, bends her head backwards noticing 16 behind her. It did not take long for her eyes to stretch wide open and for her to hop onto her feet.
"You! You are supposed to be a Dark Mercenary, yet you unjustly attacked me–I'm in the same occupation, you know!"
"...do I know you?"
"You're asking that now, AFTER kidnapping me? You just told that woman my name, didn't you?!"
"Knowing a name is not the same as knowing a person. Names are pieces of information anyone can research."
"You have some nerve, I'll give you that. But you won't have any more balls when I'm through with you!"
"...what?"
Flenn bends her foot, winding her leg preparing a sudden, mighty kick with a trajectory that goes straight to 16's groin. With such sudden speed and agility, 16 looks confused, unable to react to what's coming his way–the impending disaster. But just as her foot leaves the ground–
Thunk!
–A small projectile hits the back of her head and rolls to her toes.
"Aaaa?!"
Yikes, that stings! Was that a…glass orb?!
"Hey 'sister', did you–"
"If you even dare to harm anyone who belongs to me–I'll ensure that you endure a pain at least eleven times worse. Snap!"
"Anyone who belongs to you? You sound like a slave owner or someone into kinky–!"
Suddenly, Flenn falls to the ground, collapsing hard on her rear. She looks at her feet, which are now bound by a rope-like thread.
"There's a special place in hell for demi-humans like you, and it just so happens to be my responsibility to take you there. Nice to meet you–for the first and last time!"
"Umm, you could potentially be…you are mistaken. I don't care even if some god gave you such an authority–you can go to hell all by yourself. You know what, I'll help you–free of charge!"
"I've been there for most of my life already, so I'll have to pass on your offer. Thinking more about it, maybe you're worth using after all–ekk?!"
Flenn uses the remaining strength in her hands to provide her legs with the momentum to perform a sweeping kick right to Klia's feet, causing her to stumble backwards.
Not resting her momentum for even a second, she uses her arms to spring her body into the air–legs first. Her legs fly the perfect distance to lock onto 16's neck, the sudden weight bringing him down to the floor, locked between her thighs. As he struggles to break free, Flenn manages to not only undo the thread binding her legs, but tie it around his neck.
With her whole body free once again, Flenn hops to her feet, looking at her handiwork proudly.
"I applaud your cheap strategy to target my legs. Too bad I've already experienced that situation many times, so try it again on a rookie. Ciao!"
Thanks to her biology, Flenn runs with her bunny agility through the headquarters; not even the messy and disorganized spaces could slow her down.
Eventually, her eyes catch a sign that reads "emergency exit", leading her to a spacious room with a large, pool-like body of water in the center. Throughout the halls, a faint sound echoes–her large ears cannot ignore it.
Is this supposed to be a bath? No, perhaps a personal spa? How luxurious.
Stomp stomp stomp…
Crap, I knew something like that wouldn't hold a skilled Dark Mercenary for long, but he is catching up to me much faster than I thought. There is a door on the other side–it should lead me to the supposed emergency exit…
Stomp stomp stomp…
Going all the way around would take too long! I have no other choice but to…
"Oh curse me. Here goes!"
Flenn bends down, touching the wet floor with her bare hands, arching her puffy tail into the air as she revs up; all of her stored energy releases in a snap, causing her to jump high over the water-filled "tub".
"Ha, I nailed the jump! Only idiots would have the nerve to underestimate me–"
"Ahhh…gulp! Mmmm!"
While suspended in midair, a pale face of innocent beauty pokes her head out of the water and swallows her prey whole.
An insurmountable satisfaction is written on her face.