Hi there. This is my first post to the lit-board. I hope you enjoy it.
I maintain a small blog which conatins mostly short fight-scenes, self written, with characters inspired by pictures from fantasy, anime or comics.

The following is a crosspost from Heroine Battleground

The scene contains violence and hard language, no real story, just a short fight.
This one features Asuka, the redhead from Neon Genesis Evangelion in her red plugsuit against a nordic-looking blond warrior woman.

The original post contains an image of the characters facing each other.

The post is one of a series of posts, which I simply call the end-series.

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Asuka presents - Cashya's end
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"Here, take my bow. I need something faster, lighter and closer. More personal." Asuka nods to the shopkeeper with a smile who hands her an epee. "Young lass, this will do the job. More close and personal, as you wish."
The redhead moves the weapons and stabs at the air a few times. Her slim body dances forward fast. "And indeed faster, too. I think this will do. I'll see if I can find other interesting stuff for you."
"It is always a pleasure doing business with you, Asuka."

Asuka turns around and leaves. Slither's body will soon be collected by the flesh-eaters or remaining boysoldiers.

She doesn't have to travel far. She enters a bar a few blocks away. Asuka's glance slides around. At the bar stands a tall, blond woman, powerful looking, dressed in a chain mail chest piece, an open leather jacket and leather pants. Above the pants, springing from below the "strings" of a chain mail bikini's lower part can still be seen.

Asuka slowly walks towards that tall, nordic woman. Her face shows she is still looking for trouble. "I thought you amazon-bitches were extinct. Seems I was... UNGH!"
The left backhand of the nordic warrior-woman slams into Asuka's face and she spins around to face the redhead teenager. Asuka's head snaps back and fore again in a violent movement and she stumbles a few steps. "Don't anger Cashya, redhead." The woman's voice is loud, a bit coarse from many battle cries.

Asuka's feet lose control, she falls backwards, but not without reaching forward, grabbing the nordic woman's pants. Asuka pulls them down. "You little whore!" Cashya screams, thrusts both hands forward, and suddenly Asuka sits up with two holes in her belly. She stares at Cashya with her eyes wide open, unable to speak. Asuka's belly muscles are rigid, she shudders slightly and a bit of blood runs down through the holes in her skintight plugsuit.
She refuses to sink back again. Her face slowly shows the pain and anger, shifting from the shock like state.

Cashya turns away. "Serves you right."
She underestimated Asuka. Behind her the redhead grabs for her epee with shaky hands. Anger and pain can give astonishing power. Asuka thrusts forward blindly before Cashya is out of reach. At the same time Asuka coughs and drops of blood fly from her lips. She swallows hard.

Cashya feels the piercing pain. The slim, pointy weapon struck through her left, naked calf. "AAARGH!!!" With a loud scream of pain, Cashya sinks downwards, to reach for the small, bleeding wound.

Asuka, shaken by a series of violent coughs is not done though. She grits her teeth and stabs forward again. This time the weapon goes neatly through flesh and muscle of Cashya's rightthigh. the blood tip even erupts at the front.

Cashya takes a shocked breath, to scream in pain again. Her muscles flex, as the new wound sends its pain through her leg. For a moment her downward movement stops. Her knees are halfbuckled, the muscles under her skin can be seen, flexed, her left leg shakes slightly, a thin line of blood runs from the front and bac. "My leg!" Cashya gasps as Asuka draws her weapon back again. Her hands squeeze around the new wound.

"Serves you right...for shooting me", Asuka moans in return.
Cashya starts to sink down more. Her injured leg can not properly support her. Then suddenly Cashya's eyes widen as the tip of Asuka's weapon erupts thrice in quick succession in her loin-area.


Cashya stares a few moments. blood trickles from the sides of her bikini-bottom and somewhere inside to. Blood mixes with the content of her bladder. All of it slowly runs down the inner sides of her legs. She cannot scream, she cannot move for a moment, only hard, labored breaths filled with little signs of whimpering. Then suddenly Cashya bends forwards, her hands quickly grab at her lower body. Her knees buckle more.
OOOOOUUUUUUUUUNNhhhhh....
A long, suffering moan escapes from her lips, ending in a powerless sigh. As she bends forwards, the wounds in her lower back, near her ass become visible. Her buttocks shudder as muscles react out of control to the pain.

Cashya drops to her knees, hands try to massage the wounds, but it doesn't help. Slowly she sags away to the side. With tears in her eyes she suffers a horrible, slow death. The wounds just won't stop bleeding and very, very slowly a pool of reed blood forms.

Asuka slides back coughing. She presses her left hand against her belly, where the two wounds have so suddenly and without any real reason have appeared. Sheslides back until she rests against a wall, folds forward and breathes hard. Every now and then she spits some blood. She looks pale, but determined. She will survive.

Cashya is not that lucky.