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Paige smirked a little as the man toppled over and very casually extended her foot behind him to help him in his ungraceful descent to the floor. Manami had done considerably better than she originally thought, but she knew from experience the next few moments were the most dangerous part. The man wasn’t knocked out cold and his survival instincts would soon take over and he would be acting on nothing but a sense of self-preservation and an attempt to escape the horror that he discovered. The surprise was over. He flailed wildly to roll over and get back on his feet still holding his gashed head with one hand the best he could, but not before Paige swiftly kicked him between the legs hard enough to retract his manhood for at least a month. He let out a guttural belch of spit and pain as the wave of shock passed over him. Gripping himself, he coughed and wailed in excruciation no longer able to concentrate on getting away from the two women standing over him.

Very deftly, Paige extended the rolled up phonebook to Manami in exchange for what looked like a golf trophy. She glanced at it quizzically, surprised by its weight and that Manami had managed to get such a good swing. 

Manami briefly wondered if this was enough, after all he had a bleeding head and would probably have several other bruises for awhile. But then she decided no, it wasn't enough, she wanted this guy to realize that she wasn't playing and to never come near her again. Manami thought that he would just stay on the ground in pain but instead he got up again, before she could do anything though Paige gave him a quick kick in the nads. That attack pretty much left him immobilized, he was way too focused on his own pain than the two girls that were still standing there. Manami let of a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding, looking to the blonde woman beside her.

She was a little confused when she gave her a phonebook and took her initial weapon of choice, she had figured that they would be done after this but apparently not. Part of her was horrified at such violence but another, much bigger part convinced herself that he deserved it. Clenching the heavy book in her hand, she gripped it tight and lifted it in the air. The creep still wasn't paying attention, and when she brought the heavy object down on his head he let out another pained grunt.

Paige continued to study the odd trophy briefly while Manami got in a few more good shots with the phonebook. She gingerly strolled over to the kitchen area and took a dish towel to polished off Jerome’s blood while her young apprentice continued to work him over thoroughly. She was still unsure as to what it belonged, other than that Manami mentioned it was a prop. [i]Well whatever...[/i] She shrugged, looking to see that Manami seemed to be enjoying herself and not at all concerned with any further damage to their guest. It didn't take long before the young girl’s arms appeared to labor with each swing; adrenaline fueled rage could leave a person exhausted quickly and she walked back over motioning with a small wave for the beating to finally end.

Poor Jerome had assumed the fetal position and wept like a baby in a state of pain he had only just discovered within the last few moments. “[i]I’m sorry, I’m sorry…[/i]” He sobbed pitifully holding his arms over his head where Manami had scored a few more direct hits to his face. Paige rolled him flat on his back with her foot and pushed his hand away from his face so he could look up at the both of them.

“We know you’re sorry and all Jerome,” She said, “But, I’m afraid that’s just not going to be good enough.” Paige reached behind her back and pulled her pistol out in clear view letting him look straight down the barrel.

“Oh GOD! JESUS, please don’t kill me!” He wailed seeing the dark center of the cylinder looking back at him and blazing green eyes on the other side of the sights. He covered his face again and bawled uncontrollably.

“Look here,” Paige snapped and kicked his hand away again. She cycled the action back ejecting a single bullet into her hand with a satisfying metallic clack. She leaned over him and tucked it into the front pocket of his blazer. “If you ever show your face here again the next one of these is gonna come a lot faster.” She growled. Turning her head she nodded for Manami to get the door. “Now get the hell outta here.” 

She didn't stop until Paige motioned for her too, her arms twitched and shook from the effort of lifting and swinging the heavy phonebook repeatedly. Her breath was heavy but her mind was clear, looking down on this pathetic man curled into a ball made her feel powerful. That was something she had never felt before in her life and she was loving it, though was that a good thing? Manami took a few steps back to gain her composure, though when Paige brought out her gun she was a tad startled. That would definitely make this creep think twice about coming around here again. At the blonde's command she walked over to her front door and opened it, the whimpering fool on the floor saw his escape and took it. Without so much as a last glance he hobbled as best he could out of her apartment, shutting the door behind him she let out a long sigh and looked to the woman that had helped her.

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