Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Savage

Being a bounty hunter was a lot of fun. And nobody knew the game better than Savage. She had started training as a child and eventually moved up in the caste system. Her time working on a ranch had made her stronger, faster, and more cunning. But she had never planned to stay. Savage left for the city to make it big. She had always loved hunting. It was her favorite hobby. But now it was time to make it a living. She quickly established herself as the top bounty hunter and earned her reputation. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating. She lived for it day in and day out. Nothing made her smile like bagging a body and dumping it out before her client. Of course, she charged a fair price. There was a flat fee for enlisting her services. Extra depended on the target and a few other factors.

Savage loved her armory. Whatever weapon fell into her hands, she could use. She could wield everything from firearms for rooftop sniping to a good old-fashioned bat for beating the fuck outa anyone in the way. But it wasn't just about packing heat. Oh, no. She was also a woman who never hesitated to get her hands dirty. She was also a master of hand-to-hand combat with the power to back it up. But collecting and expanding her arsenal was only half the story. Savage was in the market for some very special (and possibly illegal, even in Hell) weapons. There were a few powerful demons on her personal hitlist. And she had the ambition to take them down one way or another. But that was a future endeavor. Right now, her regular jobs were more than enough.