Go down fighting.

Things are ****. You know you can't outrun them, so that only leaves fighting. The best place to make your last stand, you reason, is the hallway in the basement right before the custodian's room; it's wide enough to maneuver, but small enough to control the number you will fight. Letting your muscles go limp you close your eyes and try clear your mind and rest your body.

The thugs remain silent, which is even more terrifying, showing they're not mere toughs off the street, but professionals. They take you down a storage elevator and then drag you into the final hallway.

You make your move.

Quickly going to your feet you then drop your center and twisting with your hip you slide your right arm out of the grasp of one of the thugs. Grabbing onto the sleeve of the other holding your left arm you pull off a near text-book over the shoulder seoi-nage throw and send him violently crashing into the thug you just escaped from.

Spinning around your heart sinks as you see six, not four goons before you. Another two must have joined up while you were resting. As the two on the ground try to work their way to their feet the other four rush you in rows of two.

With a resonating “crack” you hear and see a black coil wrap around the neck of the thug farthest from you. It catches him at the precise moment when he is most off balance and when it goes taunt his legs go flying out from underneath him. With a violent downward tug the back of his head slams into the concrete floor with the disgusting sound of a melon hitting a rock.

The leather like snake almost magically flicks off the neck of the downed man and recoils back to a shapely woman running forward clad in a black leather and dark purple mesh body suit with a cats ear cowl and red cat styled goggles. With one fluid motion she vertically jumps about four feet in the air while doing a full 360 spin causing the black bullwhip she wields to wrap around her waist as her left foot goes above her head and then comes down in a perfect arch crashing her heel into the next goon's face. Knockout cold before his body hits the floor he collapses like a rag doll.

As her feet hit the ground a “snikt” announces flashing silver claws that extend from her fingers which savagely rake across a third hood's face. Blood streams from his wound as he screams and flops around on the floor in agony.

Though the show is amazing, you realize you need to get into the fight. Grabbing the closest thug from behind you wrap your arm around his neck and try to **** him out with an hadaka jime technique. It takes a bit as the two of you roll about on the floor but you final put him to sleep.

Standing, you wipe the blood from your lip and look around. The other five thugs lie silently around the the leather clad woman. Only the lower half of her face is visible, but you can see that her skin is a flawless tanned porcelain and she has full scarlet lips. Her form fitting outfit shows a voluptuous figure that would make any triathlete or porn star jealous.

When she notices you staring she turns and begins to walk away. “Get to safety.” She commands with a strained deeper voice. “There's an exit down the hall.”