In which a super powered, enchanted axe carrying girl with anger issues and an attachment disorder is recruited to save the world.
Or
"You are really messed up,huh?"
"Yep,"
Or
"The things we do for love, aye baby doll?"
waylon jones x female!oc...
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The squad and the remaining soldiers walked thorough the abandoned federal building, cautiously, guns and weapons raised.
"I dont like this, Flag," Floyd spoke up as he eyed the vacant room. Asya was by Killer Croc side, her axe lazily placed on her shoulder.
"I dont like it either," Rick agreed
"Pussy," Asya muttered to him teasingly.
"I will knock your ass out. I don't care that you're a girl," Floyd threatened and Asya stuck her tongue out.
Suddenly they fell from the celling onto the floor and Asya started swing wildly. Her eyes glowed crimson as she slashed and bashed them.
Asya's axe flowed thorough the air with a precise swing, cutting every target coming towards her.
They started to retreat away from Asya and she smirked, triumphantly.
"They're after Flag again," Floyd shouted as the retreating creatures crowded Rick. Asya rolled her eyes as she went to swing her axe at the attacking creatures. Saving Flag's ass was getting annoying.
"Get off me," Rick grunted out as the creatures huddled around him.
"Circle up. Circle around him," Floyd shouted at the squad. Asya stood in front of Rick, axe raised and blood red eyes scanning the office.
"Let me fight!" Rick yelled at the villains, angrily. The colonel was beyond pissed that villains were saving his ass.
"You die. We die," Floyd replied, beside Asya. Once they were shot and beaten to dust, the fighting stopped, but the shots didn't.
Bullets flew everywhere trying to hit the creatures on the other side of the floor. Asya had fell behind, avoiding the shooting, when the air bursted into flames, concentrated at them. Asya's eyebrows furrowed and she walk from behind her hiding spot to see Diablo with his hands outstretched in front of him.
"I was just trying to get you there. Phil Jackson. We good, right?" Floyd asked, surprise written in his tone.
"I knew you'd come through," Harley squealed, running over to kiss Diablo on the cheek.
~~~
"I gotta work on my cardio," Harley huffed as she walked up the staircase to get to the top floor. Why didn't they just use the elevator?
Harley looked over the railing down at the bottom floor, so far away from her and her mind began to drift. Drifted to him.
Floyd walked up behind Harley and tapped her on the shoulder. Harley reacted quickly, training the gun on Floyd's face.
"Relax. Just me," Floyd put his has up in surrender, as Harley lowered the gun.
