"Looks like we have a fighter, ladies and gentlemen." sneered the clear leader of a group; a behemoth man who looked to be around seven feet tall with an intimidating, muscular build.

The others laughed cruelly, eyes glinting with malice as they all stared her down with the air of a pack of starving wolves surrounding the last lamb on the planet. The leader vanished from sight and suddenly re-appeared in front of Ashlynn, swinging his arm through the air and catching Ashlynn clean in the jaw with a devastating hook. So brutal was the force behind the blow that she was lifted into the air and fell on her back.

"How disappointing. The one who brought us all together... so feeble." he whispered, advancing towards her.

In no time at all, the twelve men and women had surrounded Ashlynn and began to beat down on her mercilessly, punching, kicking and stomping on every inch of her broken body.