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La Femme Punisher dove around the corner, her twin .45's spitting fire. She had figured it was trap and her instincts had been right. Spandex covered neo-Nazi women returned fire from fixed positions around the graffiti-covered alley, each with a large automatic weapon. Poison was with them, cackling insanely as she blasted away with her handguns, making no effort to get to cover. Francine raced behind a nearby dumpster, dropping a gas-masked thug as she did. She quickly changed fresh clips for her empty ones, the dumpster becoming riddled with bullets and looked around the corner. Her eyes went wide. Walking skeletons, some in plated armor had joined the battle, each opening fire with it's own assault rifle. Small floating orb-like drones followed behind them. Poison's laughter could barely be heard above the carnage.

Gritting her teeth, LFP pulled two high explosive grenades from her belt and tossed them over the dumpster with incredible accuracy. Nazi's and skeletons alike where scattered and tossed into lifeless piles from the explosions. Francine took the opportunity to leap out from the ruined dumpster, guns blazing as she continued to drop these Nazi women with hollow-point rounds. Poison had finally scrambled and taken cover across the alley, in the entranceway to a shoe store. More of these Nazi women, drones and skeletons continued to pour out of nearby buildings and rooftops. A shuriken slammed into the kelver weave of her breastplate hard, staggering LFP backwards. Rin was here too, leaping down from the balcony above the store like a cat, tossing more of the deadly stars. LFP dodged the razored projectiles as Rin drew her blades. Francine delivered a brutal shoulder slam to the skeletal minion closest to her as she walked her fire across another neo-Nazi towards Rin, who was racing towards her. Suicidal, she must have learned too many bad habits from Poison.

As Francine leveled her guns on Rin, she felt a stab of white hot pain in her shoulder, causing her to fire into the ground. For a split second she spied Ultrawoman smirking as she descended, her eyes still shrouded with wisps of smoke.
"Shouldn't have turned me down bitch." She sneered.
Then Rin's foot connected with the side of her head, spinning her like a top. She landed on the pavement hard, rolling over on her side. Rin followed, dropping both her blades in a sweeping arc. Poison was laughing again. LFP kicked with both her legs in a sweep towards the assassin. One blade found it's mark and sank into her arm a few inches before Rin was knocked off her feet, landing on her back as Francine back came up. Swinging around she used her other hand to backhand Rin in the teeth with her gun, buying her a few more moments. She raced towards the exit where her van was parked, clutching her injured arm. Ultrawoman simply watched amused, folding her arms.

The explosion from her van blew LFP back across the alley, slamming her hard into the side of the wall. Something had dropped on it with tremendous force. Her ears were ringing and there was blood on her gloves as she pulled them back from the sides of her head, her vision blurry. A giant figure raced towards her through the flaming wreckage of her vehicle. The almost nude, hulking woman grabbed Francine with one powerful hand and leaped up the side of the building in two bounds, like a giant gorilla. Landing on a balcony several stories up the massive blonde slammed her face-long into the wall, leaving a bloody smear. Chuckling, she did it a second time, this time causing LFP to go limp as she held her there, drawing back her other hand in a meaty fist.
"We agreed she was to live Genocide. To tell the others my dear."
Succubus floated down, shapely and majestic, her eyes aglow with hellfire. She smiled, revealing a fanged, sensual mouth. The big German smiled as well, pulling LFP back from the wall and dangling her over the balcony with one hand. Francine was barely conscious as she saw the demonic woman levitate her own .45 handguns up to her, taking them both and examining them like new toys.
"I wonder how many souls you've collected with these tools? I almost admire that in a primitive sort of way."
She spoke again, her voice beautiful with a hint of cruelty.
"You will tell them, all of these so called "heroes", that to interfere with any of us is to interfere with all of us. Next time we will be more more lethal. We are Legion."
Succubus floated down past LFP's broken form as it dangled to meet with the blone haired woman standing in front of the shoe-store. Ultrawoman yawned and met her gaze, before motioning behind her.

Succubus frowned a bit as two blurs of colored light zipped straight up and into the sky several miles away. Ultrawoman grinned and watched them go.
"You girls want to impress me? Take out one of those. Until then, you're just small potatoes."
As Ultrawoman left, Succubus watched her fly off in the direction of the costumed heroes before turning back to Genocide. "It would appear the others will not be joining our ranks as we had hoped." she whispered as she curled her lip, taking skyward herself as she left in disgust.
Genocide chuckled. Who needed them? Weibchen. She looked down and noticed that Poison had found some red paint and had slapped a huge red X on the pavement below. She began to make a falling motion followed by a comical splat!, her eyes wide with excitement as she nodded. Genocide smirked and dangled Francine up and down like a rag doll.
"She said you had to live Fräulein...she did not say in what shape."

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La Femme Punisher knew her legs were broken, one above the knee, the other at the ankle. White-hot lances of pain stabbed her side and her breathing was ragged from the four or five broken ribs. Her right arm was all but useless as she crawled, the shoulder bearing two deep muscle burns from Ultrawoman's lasers and the forearm a deep laceration from Rin's blade. She coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, her bloodied face streaked not with pain but with satisfaction. She grinned despite being exhausted and crippled. Her enemies...this Legion...had made two fatal mistakes.
The first was that they had let her live.
The second was that she had seen their faces.

Story by the uber talented

Soviet Superwoman and Genocide are copyright of

Succubus is copyright of

Rin, Poison and La Femme Punisher are all copyright and used with his kind permission.

Walkiria and Dark Star are copyright of

Ultrawomen is copyright of :iconu1trawomen:

Adaavia and Polygirl are copyright of

Firebrandi copyright of

Mindy Marvel copyright of

Soul Train is copyright of

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Description
La Femme Punisher dove around the corner, her twin .45's spitting fire. She had figured it was trap and her instincts had been right. Spandex covered neo-Nazi women returned fire from fixed positions around the graffiti-covered alley, each with a large automatic weapon. Poison was with them, cackling insanely as she blasted away with her handguns, making no effort to get to cover. Francine raced behind a nearby dumpster, dropping a gas-masked thug as she did. She quickly changed fresh clips for her empty ones, the dumpster becoming riddled with bullets and looked around the corner. Her eyes went wide. Walking skeletons, some in plated armor had joined the battle, each opening fire with it's own assault rifle. Small floating orb-like drones followed behind them. Poison's laughter could barely be heard above the carnage.

Gritting her teeth, LFP pulled two high explosive grenades from her belt and tossed them over the dumpster with incredible accuracy. Nazi's and skeletons alike where scattered and tossed into lifeless piles from the explosions. Francine took the opportunity to leap out from the ruined dumpster, guns blazing as she continued to drop these Nazi women with hollow-point rounds. Poison had finally scrambled and taken cover across the alley, in the entranceway to a shoe store. More of these Nazi women, drones and skeletons continued to pour out of nearby buildings and rooftops. A shuriken slammed into the kelver weave of her breastplate hard, staggering LFP backwards. Rin was here too, leaping down from the balcony above the store like a cat, tossing more of the deadly stars. LFP dodged the razored projectiles as Rin drew her blades. Francine delivered a brutal shoulder slam to the skeletal minion closest to her as she walked her fire across another neo-Nazi towards Rin, who was racing towards her. Suicidal, she must have learned too many bad habits from Poison.

As Francine leveled her guns on Rin, she felt a stab of white hot pain in her shoulder, causing her to fire into the ground. For a split second she spied Ultrawoman smirking as she descended, her eyes still shrouded with wisps of smoke.
"Shouldn't have turned me down bitch." She sneered.
Then Rin's foot connected with the side of her head, spinning her like a top. She landed on the pavement hard, rolling over on her side. Rin followed, dropping both her blades in a sweeping arc. Poison was laughing again. LFP kicked with both her legs in a sweep towards the assassin. One blade found it's mark and sank into her arm a few inches before Rin was knocked off her feet, landing on her back as Francine back came up. Swinging around she used her other hand to backhand Rin in the teeth with her gun, buying her a few more moments. She raced towards the exit where her van was parked, clutching her injured arm. Ultrawoman simply watched amused, folding her arms.

The explosion from her van blew LFP back across the alley, slamming her hard into the side of the wall. Something had dropped on it with tremendous force. Her ears were ringing and there was blood on her gloves as she pulled them back from the sides of her head, her vision blurry. A giant figure raced towards her through the flaming wreckage of her vehicle. The almost nude, hulking woman grabbed Francine with one powerful hand and leaped up the side of the building in two bounds, like a giant gorilla. Landing on a balcony several stories up the massive blonde slammed her face-long into the wall, leaving a bloody smear. Chuckling, she did it a second time, this time causing LFP to go limp as she held her there, drawing back her other hand in a meaty fist.
"We agreed she was to live Genocide. To tell the others my dear."
Succubus floated down, shapely and majestic, her eyes aglow with hellfire. She smiled, revealing a fanged, sensual mouth. The big German smiled as well, pulling LFP back from the wall and dangling her over the balcony with one hand. Francine was barely conscious as she saw the demonic woman levitate her own .45 handguns up to her, taking them both and examining them like new toys.
"I wonder how many souls you've collected with these tools? I almost admire that in a primitive sort of way."
She spoke again, her voice beautiful with a hint of cruelty.
"You will tell them, all of these so called "heroes", that to interfere with any of us is to interfere with all of us. Next time we will be more more lethal. We are Legion."
Succubus floated down past LFP's broken form as it dangled to meet with the blone haired woman standing in front of the shoe-store. Ultrawoman yawned and met her gaze, before motioning behind her.

Succubus frowned a bit as two blurs of colored light zipped straight up and into the sky several miles away. Ultrawoman grinned and watched them go.
"You girls want to impress me? Take out one of those. Until then, you're just small potatoes."
As Ultrawoman left, Succubus watched her fly off in the direction of the costumed heroes before turning back to Genocide. "It would appear the others will not be joining our ranks as we had hoped." she whispered as she curled her lip, taking skyward herself as she left in disgust.
Genocide chuckled. Who needed them? Weibchen. She looked down and noticed that Poison had found some red paint and had slapped a huge red X on the pavement below. She began to make a falling motion followed by a comical splat!, her eyes wide with excitement as she nodded. Genocide smirked and dangled Francine up and down like a rag doll.
"She said you had to live Fräulein...she did not say in what shape."

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La Femme Punisher knew her legs were broken, one above the knee, the other at the ankle. White-hot lances of pain stabbed her side and her breathing was ragged from the four or five broken ribs. Her right arm was all but useless as she crawled, the shoulder bearing two deep muscle burns from Ultrawoman's lasers and the forearm a deep laceration from Rin's blade. She coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, her bloodied face streaked not with pain but with satisfaction. She grinned despite being exhausted and crippled. Her enemies...this Legion...had made two fatal mistakes.
The first was that they had let her live.
The second was that she had seen their faces.

Story by the uber talented

Soviet Superwoman and Genocide are copyright of

Succubus is copyright of

Rin, Poison and La Femme Punisher are all copyright and used with his kind permission.

Walkiria and Dark Star are copyright of

Ultrawomen is copyright of :iconu1trawomen:

Adaavia and Polygirl are copyright of

Firebrandi copyright of

Mindy Marvel copyright of

Soul Train is copyright of

I support