Ilsa is a monster

They quickly got into the outdoor ring. The twins circled Ilsa anxiously, though the hitwoman stayed perfectly still and barely bothered watching the kids.
“Now!”

Timmy and Petty leapt at her from both sides, grabbing Ilsa by both her arms. They hung off her brawny arms, pulling and squirming to try and bring her down. Ilsa laughed, flexing her huge biceps and lifting the twins up to her shoulder height with almost no effort at all.

“Pathetic little infants. You should still be in diapers, not in the ring.” She swung her arms together, bashing their heads together and knocking the two off of her. She grabbed Petty by the hair, lifting her up and forcing her face into her bicep.

“Go on! Kiss it! See what a real woman is like!? You would kill for a body like this, you miserable runt. I bet even your puny brother would kill to have a dick have as big as my fucking clit!”

Petty whimpered as Ilsa’s hard muscle ground against her face. Timmy ran up and latched onto her leg, pulling at it futilely until he desperately and angrily threw a punch into her cunt.

Ilsa grunted and dropped his sister, both of them scrambling to their feet to make ready.