#sealed monster

Prim and proper, identical in their clothing and almost in their looks. Every single guy had the same hat, same tie pattern, same waxed wingtip shoes. 

Mae clicked her tongue against her teeth. Sameness was so boring. At least their weapons had some variety. Swords, axes, collapsible batons, stun rods crackling with electricity.

"You boys know we're indoors, right?" She sniped with a grin, "it's rude to wear sunglasses indoors."

They just continued to rotate slowly around her, none of them attacking quite yet. She looked around, blinking green and teal shadowed eyelids. The vivid purple glint of her irises shined through lashes heavy with black mascara and waves of blue and pink dyed hair moved past her face. Some of it brushed her substantial nose, a proud jutting beak that Mae felt made her face perfect. She really was proud of how she stood out of the crowd. Dark purple lipstick, zig zag patterned halter top that ran all the way up to her black spiked choker but exposed her muscled stomach. She was almost completely flat chested and her hips didn't protrude. Most folks she met made accurate guesses as to the circumstances of her birth. They knew well enough to keep their comments to themselves however. Especially questions or statements about what sort of genitals Mae had. And those that didn't learned quickly. 

Sometimes after waking up in a hospital.

Her torn up jeans, covered in permanent marker smiley faces of every color in the rainbow, descended into knee high black leather boots, with straps covering the outer side all the way down to the wedges that gave her at least an inch of height. An inch anyone would say the six foot one Mae didn't need. She however would always disagree.

The wedge rested on the bloodied face of a currently fedora-less suited man, the ringleader of the bunch and the reason she was now surrounded and weapons were brandished. His sunglasses were in pieces on the ground and his blood stained her many ringed fists.

Arcane symbols ran over her back, stomach and her arms, exposed by her top, tattooed in dark blue, like unnatural veins. An eighteen point circle filled her upper back and she couldn't help but wonder if the men around her knew what it meant.

Nah, the room would smell like urine if they did, she thought with glee 

"I'm getting bored, boys," she made a rude gesture, "can't all of you big strong men take on one skinny little girl?"

The men didn't make a comment about her girlhood. That was what led to their ringleader eating concrete with such gusto after all. They were all business and cautious at that. Maybe they were worried about the symbols after all. Opposite problem really, the symbols were the only reason they were still alive.

Mae sighed. So very bleh.

Motivation was in order or she would fall asleep before anything fun happened. She began to grind her wedge heel into the face of the unconscious ringleader. The cracking sound of bone drew tremors from the crowd and a lone fedora man, unable to take it any longer, raised his baton and screamed, charging her.

Her grin widened as she felt the tattoo on her back, that eighteen point symbol, rotate and two bar symbols slide outward from the center, matching the single bar that was already out. Several of the fedora men had time to gasp at the obvious and visible change in the tattoo before Mae rotated herself on the face of the downed fedora man, pivoting on one heel, and swung a kick straight into the face of the charging enemy, almost faster than human eyes could see.

A fedora and chunks of black plastic flew through the air, intermixed with sprays of crimson and pieces of flesh and bone. A black suited body bowled through multiple men,sans a head and Mae slowly lowered her extended leg back to the ground next to the downed leader's damaged face. Her grin was from ear to ear.

"Finally! Third seal released," she gloated, her eyes glowing violet, "now the games begin!"

The ones who didn't realize what had happened rushed her, weapons up and ready, only a few more knowledgeable ones fled out the doors of the warehouse.

The eighteen point circle, sensing the impending danger of so many men with dangerous sharp pointies, continued to rotate and more bars left their positions, like pins in a tumbler lock slowly being picked by a dedicated thief.

Mae grabbed a man by the neck and threw him into the air, giggling as he screamed. Ribs shattered beneath her fists, legs cracked in half with her kicks and seven men were already broken on the ground by their leader before the falling man reached Mae's sweeping kick, timed perfectly to blast him through an upper level window and out onto the street.

"More! More!" She yelled between bursts of laughter, "don't skimp out on me now!"

Mae disarmed two men and threw their weapons at some of the now fleeing fedora suits. Both of the runner's lives ended in sprays of blood and tumbling rag doll motions, skidding all the way to the door from the sheer force of the blows.

She had left her position on the face of the ringleader and was gleefully jumping from suited tough to suited tough, shattering skulls and throwing them into each other. At times her movements couldn't even be tracked, a blur of bright colors and whipping hair, screaming laughter and bloodied hands.

Her mirthful grin seemed to take on a shark aspect, elongated teeth adding to the fearful guise of her brighter and brighter glowing irises.

"Don't run!"

A fedora hit the ground as a man screamed and skidded, two boot wedges buried in his back as Mae surfed him through a crowd of fleeing would be assailants. Her arms extended and she closelined a good number of them, scattered injured men to the ground.

She took a moment to pull her wedges out of the screaming man's back and blew him a kiss. As Mae turned around to survey the scene all she saw was a warehouse littered with the injured and the dead, anyone still capable of movement having already fled. Everyone but a group of five.

These men had rocket launchers.

Seven bars had already shifted out of the circle. Eleven more to go. It rotated even more quickly as the men leveled the weapons at the smiling Mae. She felt a shiver run through her body as additional seals released and she did a little curtsy for the men. Today had turned out just grand.

Five rockets fired.

Five explosions filled that end of the warehouse, engulfing their comrades, dead or dying.

And five men screamed as dainty, long fingered hands on slim but muscular arms burst out of two of their chests, holding blood soaked hearts

A shark toothed femme with searingly bright violet eyes leaned slowly over the two dying men she reached through as they all gaped in horror and shock. Mae's pink and blue waves of hair brushed against their shaking faces. She gave a lazy smile to them.

"If you wanted to join in, you could've just asked," she purred and began to squeeze the two still beating hearts in her fingers.

Mae bit her lip and grinned as blood and flesh splattered everywhere from imploding cardiac muscle, "I'm such a heartbreaker."

The shock broke and three men screamed as two men died.