"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
A female sinner came into Blitza's office. "Listen, girl... you gotta go up to New Mexico and kill this guy."
Blitza flipped the page of her magazine. "Okey-dokey. But you gotta gimme a reason or I can't do it."
"He loitered racistly!"
""Loitered racistly"? Is that some new thing the kids say? Only... you are obviously not a kid. I can see you're way older than that."
The sinner told her story of what she believed was the guy "loitering racistly" on her family member. Blitza listened and figured it was worth killing the guy over.
"Just be careful." The sinner warned as Blitza started to leave. "That guy is a lot stronger than he looks."
***
The target looked scrawny and weak, but Blitza remembered the client's warning that he's stronger than he looks.
Because of that, she figured she should shoot him while he's distracted by driving his car instead of fist-fighting him.
"Ma'am! Focus on the road!" Moxxie scolded.
"I'm— just making sure that it's the right guy, okay? Calm down Mox, I am a fantastic driver!"
Blitza steers with her hooves while pushing the pedal down with her tail. Her rifle wobbles.
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"Hold on, I wonder if I could just—"
She fires the rifle and accidentally blows some biker's head off.
"Agh! Nope, almost had him."
"Oh, crumbs in a blanket." Moxxie groaned. "Just hold the wheel, I'll shoot."
He takes the rifle and aims with much steadier hands.
"Nice and steady. Perfect. LOOK OUT!"
A red car hits their van. Blitza lets out a high-pitched shriek. "Oh, fuck the shit back into my stomach!" Blitza spins the steering wheel so they don't crash.
The IMP van runs the target's car off the road, causing it to fall into a canyon and explode.
Moxxie looks out the window of the IMP van. "Well... I guess that all worked out, then. Job well done. We can go home now."
He closes his eyes, satisfied. But then he notices his boss is foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.
"That fucker cut me off..." She said, her voice dangerously low.
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