Tanya

     The Simian was fast and even prepared, knowing Felone and her tempers and guessing the state she would be in when he finally stood in front of her again. That was all he’d thought about on the flight up. But he hadn’t been expecting her to react so violently. He’d never seen Felone move before, and was incapable of imagining that any human could move that fast, or be that strong! Felone’s front jumping snap-kick took the Simian under the jaw and sent him flying through the air to smash against the far bulkhead and crumple to the floor, unconscious.

     But Felone wasn’t finished and Jason dared not open his mouth as she walked calmly to the Simian’s side and began to crush the life out of him. First she stomped on the Simian’s right kneecap, her face twisted into a bestial snarl of rage as she brought her foot down with every bit of force at her command, the bones snapping and crunching under her inhuman strength. The Simian woke up then and began screaming as she stomped on his left kneecap, but Felone was hardly finished. Jason wasn’t weak of stomach, but he had to leave anyway. The screaming continued for a long time, its echoes reverberating through Adjudicator’s empty corridors like the beckoning call of Hell itself; and Jason Cormach wasn’t sure it wasn’t that at all. Hell was calling for It’s own; Jason Cormach was not looking forward to the day he would have to answer that call, because even though he was anything but religious, he knew very well what that call would mean for him.