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So, what's all this, then?

Well, more illustrations for my fanfic 'Nothing to Lose' over at fanfiction dot net:

[link]

This is Kim Possible in disguise, having a fight with the secretary at Professor Dementor's family business.

For some uncanny reason, Fräulein Felsenmauer looks just like Bonnie Rockwaller, but blonde and blue-eyed.

Kim and Bonnie are (c) Disney, created by Schooley and McCorcle. The curliques in the picture on the wall and on the wooden panels are stock from YSR1 on dA. All the other textures and stuff are from digital photos of things in my house...

Below follows a short excerpt from the chapter. This takes place after the failed attempt by Kim to interrogate Herr de Menz that is pictured in my earlier deviation, Der Pretzelkönig. She starts off fighting the muscular assistant Hans...

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Kim realized she was in big trouble. She had to get out of the clutches of Professor Dementor, but she couldn't really start doing any of her usual crazy cheerleader moves. Dementor would surely recognize it, and her cover would be blown. On the other hand, she had to defend herself, otherwise her life would end a second time. Most people only have one life, and Kim thought she could count herself lucky just to live twice, much less hope for a third life as well.

Hans seemed to be a serious opponent. He was built on the lines of Steel Toe or Pain King: big on muscle but perhaps not so fast. If he were to get in close, Kim would be in trouble, though.

Seeing her apprehension, Hans smiled broadly and removed the glove on his left hand. Or rather, he removed the entire hand, and replaced it with an impressive-looking steel claw from the pocket of his coat. It looked powerful enough to crush bone and chew through concrete.

Kim glanced around the room, frantically looking for something usable. And she found it.

In a flash, she grabbed the wooden ladle from the polished kettle on display in the room, and adopted a Kendo stance using it is as a substitute for the traditional shinai wooden sword. This gave her an advantage in reach and would allow her to keep Claws at a distance. At the same time, it let her bring an entirely different fighting style to the fray, one that Dementor wouldn't have seen her use.

Hans mad a grab for her. As she thought, he wasn't all that fast, and she easily stepped out of the way, giving him a hard whack on his left ear in the process.

He grunted and shook his head, but tried again. This time, she hit him on the elbow.

Having by this time understood that a wooden ladle could give quite painful effects when applied with enthusiasm, Hans then tried to grab her weapon and wrench it out of her hands. He gripped it near the end with his steel hand, and neatly snapped it of. This, however, lined the splintered top of the ladle up perfectly with his chin, and he now only held it with his normal hand. With a sharp push, Kim managed to give him a ladle-boosted uppercut on the jaw, almost driving the wooden shaft through into his mouth.

Hans gave a pain-filled shriek and clutched at the ladle, blood gushing out of his mouth. He was, at least for the moment, out of the fight and Dementor decided to step in.

The stocky businessman rummaged in his desk drawer and Kim had no trouble imagining what he was looking for. Accordingly, when be brought up an old WWII Luger, she was ready and gave him a sharp rap over the hand.

The now thoroughly mad scientist yelped in pain and dropped back into his chair, clutching his injured hand. The white cat hissed in outrage at Kim's audacity in harming its master.

Both men rendered momentarily harmless, Kim saw her chance and took it. Dropping the stump of the ladle, she grabbed the pistol from the desk and started edging backwards in the direction of the door, keeping both Hans and Dementor in sight.

It would have worked, too, if Kim had not overlooked something important.

Suddenly, a slender but strong arm had her in a choke hold from behind. The quickly increasing pressure started to cut off her air supply.

A classic mistake, she had concentrated on the big and strong opponent and forgotten Frau Felsenmauer in the outer office.

"Drop the gun!" the Bonnie-twin hissed. "Drop it now!"

Kim quickly found that not only did Felsenmauer look like Bonnie, she also had the strength and balance of the ex-cheerleader. Hans and de Mentz having taken cover behind the desk, there was nothing to shoot at. There was not much Kim could do but obey if she didn't want to pass out from asphyxiation.

Further similarities with Rockwaller, though: Greta wasn't an experienced and professional fighter. Having reached her goal of making Kim drop the gun, she relaxed. It was just a little bit, but it was enough for Kim. She could draw a much needed breath and marshal her strength to suddenly jack-knife her body forward, throwing her captor over her shoulder and slamming her to the floor.

It almost worked. The receptionist was quick, though. She managed to land on her feet, and to use the momentum to continue the motion, in turn flipping Kim over her shoulder. Unfortunately, there was now no more floor to land on, and Kim slammed, back first, into the desk. Shards of cups and glasses made deep cuts in her back while the rest of the coffee-ware, together with the biscuits and cakes, flew like shrapnel through the room.

As an experienced cheerleader, Kim was used to tumbling and flipping through the air, and was not at all disoriented by the fall. As a veteran of innumerable fights with villains, henchmen and Shego, she was also no stranger to hurt and injury. She noted the pain in her back and then just ignored it, getting up and facing Felsenmauer across the desk.

Dementor was still nursing his hand and actually sucking his thumb. Hans was on his knees, still dazed from pain. The furious secretary, though, was between Kim and the door, and looked extremely determined to stop her leaving.

Kim thought quickly. She took a step back, and threw one of the surviving biscuit plates like a Frisbee straight at the face of the Bavarian Bonnie Bitch.

"So sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen. I'll die another day, please and thank you!"

Then she turned around, and hurled herself through the big window overlooking the factory.

Description
So, what's all this, then?

Well, more illustrations for my fanfic 'Nothing to Lose' over at fanfiction dot net:

[link]

This is Kim Possible in disguise, having a fight with the secretary at Professor Dementor's family business.

For some uncanny reason, Fräulein Felsenmauer looks just like Bonnie Rockwaller, but blonde and blue-eyed.

Kim and Bonnie are (c) Disney, created by Schooley and McCorcle. The curliques in the picture on the wall and on the wooden panels are stock from YSR1 on dA. All the other textures and stuff are from digital photos of things in my house...

Below follows a short excerpt from the chapter. This takes place after the failed attempt by Kim to interrogate Herr de Menz that is pictured in my earlier deviation, Der Pretzelkönig. She starts off fighting the muscular assistant Hans...

_____\o0o/_____

Kim realized she was in big trouble. She had to get out of the clutches of Professor Dementor, but she couldn't really start doing any of her usual crazy cheerleader moves. Dementor would surely recognize it, and her cover would be blown. On the other hand, she had to defend herself, otherwise her life would end a second time. Most people only have one life, and Kim thought she could count herself lucky just to live twice, much less hope for a third life as well.

Hans seemed to be a serious opponent. He was built on the lines of Steel Toe or Pain King: big on muscle but perhaps not so fast. If he were to get in close, Kim would be in trouble, though.

Seeing her apprehension, Hans smiled broadly and removed the glove on his left hand. Or rather, he removed the entire hand, and replaced it with an impressive-looking steel claw from the pocket of his coat. It looked powerful enough to crush bone and chew through concrete.

Kim glanced around the room, frantically looking for something usable. And she found it.

In a flash, she grabbed the wooden ladle from the polished kettle on display in the room, and adopted a Kendo stance using it is as a substitute for the traditional shinai wooden sword. This gave her an advantage in reach and would allow her to keep Claws at a distance. At the same time, it let her bring an entirely different fighting style to the fray, one that Dementor wouldn't have seen her use.

Hans mad a grab for her. As she thought, he wasn't all that fast, and she easily stepped out of the way, giving him a hard whack on his left ear in the process.

He grunted and shook his head, but tried again. This time, she hit him on the elbow.

Having by this time understood that a wooden ladle could give quite painful effects when applied with enthusiasm, Hans then tried to grab her weapon and wrench it out of her hands. He gripped it near the end with his steel hand, and neatly snapped it of. This, however, lined the splintered top of the ladle up perfectly with his chin, and he now only held it with his normal hand. With a sharp push, Kim managed to give him a ladle-boosted uppercut on the jaw, almost driving the wooden shaft through into his mouth.

Hans gave a pain-filled shriek and clutched at the ladle, blood gushing out of his mouth. He was, at least for the moment, out of the fight and Dementor decided to step in.

The stocky businessman rummaged in his desk drawer and Kim had no trouble imagining what he was looking for. Accordingly, when be brought up an old WWII Luger, she was ready and gave him a sharp rap over the hand.

The now thoroughly mad scientist yelped in pain and dropped back into his chair, clutching his injured hand. The white cat hissed in outrage at Kim's audacity in harming its master.

Both men rendered momentarily harmless, Kim saw her chance and took it. Dropping the stump of the ladle, she grabbed the pistol from the desk and started edging backwards in the direction of the door, keeping both Hans and Dementor in sight.

It would have worked, too, if Kim had not overlooked something important.

Suddenly, a slender but strong arm had her in a choke hold from behind. The quickly increasing pressure started to cut off her air supply.

A classic mistake, she had concentrated on the big and strong opponent and forgotten Frau Felsenmauer in the outer office.

"Drop the gun!" the Bonnie-twin hissed. "Drop it now!"

Kim quickly found that not only did Felsenmauer look like Bonnie, she also had the strength and balance of the ex-cheerleader. Hans and de Mentz having taken cover behind the desk, there was nothing to shoot at. There was not much Kim could do but obey if she didn't want to pass out from asphyxiation.

Further similarities with Rockwaller, though: Greta wasn't an experienced and professional fighter. Having reached her goal of making Kim drop the gun, she relaxed. It was just a little bit, but it was enough for Kim. She could draw a much needed breath and marshal her strength to suddenly jack-knife her body forward, throwing her captor over her shoulder and slamming her to the floor.

It almost worked. The receptionist was quick, though. She managed to land on her feet, and to use the momentum to continue the motion, in turn flipping Kim over her shoulder. Unfortunately, there was now no more floor to land on, and Kim slammed, back first, into the desk. Shards of cups and glasses made deep cuts in her back while the rest of the coffee-ware, together with the biscuits and cakes, flew like shrapnel through the room.

As an experienced cheerleader, Kim was used to tumbling and flipping through the air, and was not at all disoriented by the fall. As a veteran of innumerable fights with villains, henchmen and Shego, she was also no stranger to hurt and injury. She noted the pain in her back and then just ignored it, getting up and facing Felsenmauer across the desk.

Dementor was still nursing his hand and actually sucking his thumb. Hans was on his knees, still dazed from pain. The furious secretary, though, was between Kim and the door, and looked extremely determined to stop her leaving.

Kim thought quickly. She took a step back, and threw one of the surviving biscuit plates like a Frisbee straight at the face of the Bavarian Bonnie Bitch.

"So sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen. I'll die another day, please and thank you!"

Then she turned around, and hurled herself through the big window overlooking the factory.