Hell no

“I… uh…” Kyle bunched up the torn costume in his fist and moved it behind his back.

There was no way in hell he’d give up a trophy like this. Imagine how much he could sell it for! Right now, getting more money was higher in his list of priorities than a self-appointed savior’s “dignity”- not that she even had much to begin with.

“You little shit!”

The Hammer sprinted toward him, her hands still awkwardly covering her chest and crotch. As she ran, her huge breasts bounced wildly. She struggled to keep them contained. But as her focus had been diverted to Kyle and her lack of clothes, Warrior Wraith took the moment to take decisive action. Just as the superheroine was about to reach Kyle, the scythe sailed through the air again. It struck her in the back of the head with a loud bang. The Hammer collapsed to the ground, fully ****. Her naked body slammed into the ground. Onlookers let out gasps of shock, before pulling out their phones. The busty blonde heroine would no doubt be front in center in the news. Her life had been ruined.

Stunned, Kyle froze in place. Even as the demonic-looking supervillain approached him, he didn’t move- far too stunned from the insane takedown he had witnessed.

“That was a pretty good distraction.”

Warrior Wraith’s devilish voice sent chills down Kyle’s spine. The supervillain’s words echoed through his ears, making him feel equal parts scared and sick. A menacing aura emanated from the villain, launching Kyle into a full-on existential crisis. Was he about to be killed? Was this guy really a demon? Was that a blood stain upon the steel of his scythe? His thoughts quickly ran off into a thousand directions.

But the terrifying exchange resulted in nothing more than a simple conversation.

“Keep the trophy,” Wraith Warrior pointed towards Kyle’s hands where he still gripped the torn costume, “She’s gonna be asleep for a few minutes. Leave the area.”

As the supervillain turned to depart, Kyle felt compelled to say something.

“You-” he began, “You’re powerful. That was AWESOME!”

“Awesome…?” the villain cocked his head curiously.

“You kicked her ass,” Kyle looked over at the defeated heroine, her naked butt sticking high up in the air after falling face first into the pavement, “Literally. How did you do that?”

“Practice… and a little bit of magic… that’s all,” Wraith Warrior’s horrifying voice almost seemed to become bashful.

Kyle’s heart was racing. He wasn’t sure why, but a new desire was being forged within his heart. Seeing the outcome of this battle had changed something deep within. Maybe he was just ****- his life’s prospects were dimming by the day. Or maybe he had unlocked a suppressed, dark desire. The only path forward was to listen to his emotions. His heart and mind called out for the same thing. Motivation. His soul’s blurry vision had been cleared- he could see the path ahead now.

“Mr. Wraith Warrior,” Kyle dropped to his knees and lowered his head, “Please. Teach me.”