A few days later, Kismet was still in Era. She had done a job as a wizard escort for a noble the night before, enticing him to make a scene at the banquet. She suited up, no longer sporting the phony guild tattoo, and went over some paperwork from her previous position in the region. She had chosen last night's job and this one because they were both in the same town, despite the dangers.
She would go to the gym and begin punching a bag while he worked on the squat machine. She'd throw a couple of sloppy punches and then look across at him, sighing exasperatedly. The pig took advantage of the occasion to show her how to throw a punch. He would get a little harsh when teaching her and push up behind her in the process. As she brought her elbow up into his jaw, causing him to nearly bite his tongue out, he was just where she wanted him. He stumbled backwards and kicked Kismet in the back, sending her flying into the punching bag. Spinning around quickly, raising her arms she began preparing to fight.
While pregnant with his child, it appears that a man has strayed on his partner. He not only cheated on her, but he also cheated on her with two other girls! One of the other ladies had apparently already given birth to his other child. All three of them were enraged and demanded that he pay. The task was straightforward. Beat the living daylights out of him and smear his name all over town.
Kismet was familiar with the individual. On the lower levels of the subterranean battle arenas, he was well-known. Despite being a slimeball and an unfaithful lech, he's was no slouch when it cames to fighting, and he probably wouldn't go down without a fight. Kismet was actually looking forward to this fact.
Kismet had stayed in Era for a few days since she wanted to learn more about her target's routines and where he was most susceptible without being discovered. He appeared to go to a private gym on a regular basis and would arrive early in the morning before the other members. The depraved individual preferred to utilize all of the clean equipment first, then not clean it afterward himself. That was enough to make her want to beat the snot out of him. Her fist smashing his nose and defeating a renowned underground fighter gave her incredible shivers. Not that he had a chance in hell of winning.
Normally, the kick would have been more powerful, but now that she was a wizard and had significantly more durability than she had before, it felt almost like a gentle tap. As he rushed her to assault, she used her new found martial arts talents to fling a barrage of punches at him, with the occasional kick thrown in for good measure. The guy was tough as well, and he'd land a few punches on her, but as soon as they split and got some distance, she'd use her Beat Rush spell to close the gap and slam a fist into his face. The audible crunching noises and blood spray indicated that she had seriously fractured his nose, as well as four of his upper teeth.
She would continue to use her martial arts skill to assault him with attacks until he was knocked out, seeing that he was disoriented and in pain from the Beat Rush. Kismet had the Blood of the Witch coursing through her veins, which energized her, increased the ferocity of her assaults, and allowed her to utilize magic more freely because she didn't run out of steam as quickly as others. It had worked effectively against a powerful opponent, but he wasn't powerful enough.
She'd tie him up with jump rope and put notes all over the gym about the many things he'd done so that when everyone showed up at the gym, they'd know exactly what kind of man he was. He had been beaten and humiliated, and now everyone would know about it.
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