Billys body fell on its back, his legs folded under him. The group of bikers all backed away, their hands raised. “You're going to get it now, chica!” One of the shorter men said. He was clearly hispanic by his accent. “Billy going to rip your legs off before he kills you.”

Isaka’s heart raced as she pointed the still loaded weapon at the other men; they backed off several steps, giving her room to breathe. She got control of her racing breathing through a technique her grandfather had taught her as a child. I might not buy into that eastern mumbo jumbo, but thank you grandpa for teaching me how to breathe properly. She thought as she took a couple of steps back from the body.

“The sheriff will be by in a minute. You all stay right where you are. I’ll not hesitate to put a bullet through your spine if you run. . .” Billy’s body twitched. His right arm shooting out. He grabbed a fist full of asphalt clean off the ground. No human should have been able to do that, machines had a hard time. Billy dragged himself onto his side and groaned in pain. Billy pulled himself to his knees, and started trying to get up.

“What the hell?! Stop moving, or I'll put three more right through your head!” Somehow the bastard had survived 3 rounds of 9mm. Two to the chest, and one straight to the forehead like her dad had taught her.

“What the hell?” Billy said, confused. “Who shot me?” He looked back at his bros and they all pointed at Isaka. “That doesn’t hurt like that unless it's real close. Damn girl that was point blank.” Billy's eyes met hers, as he tried to stand. Isaka knew something was different about his movements this time. He wasn’t just going to hurt her, he was going to try and kill her. He put one leg under him, and a metal crowbar appeared from out of nowhere in his hand. He raised it as he lunged for her and Isaka emptied the entire magazine into the man. She walked the weapon up until she put her last round into the same divet in his skull she had left previously.

Billy fell prone at her feet, inches away from her. Blood began to pool under him. The other men either scattered or stood silent, stunned, watching her reload. Which Isaka did as quickly as her racing heart, fumbling hands, and pumping adrenaline would allow.

Congratulations! You have slain Billy the Brute of Bar Mill, level 5. XP Gained 537

Level Up! You have gained a new unassigned level. Current unassigned levels: 3

You have gained the trait, Giant Slayer 1 for killing a foe more than double your level.

Giant Slayer 1

Effect: +1 to accuracy of all ranged weapons. +1 to damage output from all ranged weapons when attacking a foe that is physically larger than you. Bonus to damage is increased for every size category difference that exists between you and the target.

Confused, shaking, and still trying to get the new magazine into the damn glock, Isaka sat on the curb. Sirens started in the distance, and the remaining thugs took that as their cue to run. She finally put the pistol and fresh mag down next to her, as she fought from going into shock. The sheriff's car pulled into the gas station, red and blue lights flashing.