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As if picking cherries from a tree, the special forces operative felled Taylor with almost insulting ease. Her brief respite from danger had been just that: brief. Now she was splayed on the walkway, her triumphant return to safety lasting all but a heartbeat. There's a life lesson in there somewhere, I'm sure.

The trooper who had sampled the intruder's knuckles earlier, perhaps determined to earn a redemption arc, lunged at the green clad operative, grabbing hold of her. Meanwhile, Danica seemed to have found her nerve, or maybe just her recklessness. She charged at the operative, every muscle in her athletic frame straining for impact.

The intruder, however, had other plans. A quick, brutal kick sent Danica reeling, her helmet flying off her head to clatter on the ground. With a swift, brutal efficiency that would make a mule jealous, the intruder's boot found purchase on Danica's head, sending her helmet hurtling through the air. It spun away from her like a lost moon jettisoned from its planet, its metallic echo providing the soundtrack to her sudden, head-spinning enlightenment. All the while, Danica's blonde hair burst free, wild and untamed, framing a face twisted in surprise, a stark contrast to her once cocksure demeanor. It was a humbling ballet of chaos, with her as the unfortunate star.

'Wait, that wasn't supposed to happen!' A sentiment I'm sure is shared by many of her fellow henchwomen at this point.

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As if picking cherries from a tree, the special forces operative felled Taylor with almost insulting ease. Her brief respite from danger had been just that: brief. Now she was splayed on the walkway, her triumphant return to safety lasting all but a heartbeat. There's a life lesson in there somewhere, I'm sure.

The trooper who had sampled the intruder's knuckles earlier, perhaps determined to earn a redemption arc, lunged at the green clad operative, grabbing hold of her. Meanwhile, Danica seemed to have found her nerve, or maybe just her recklessness. She charged at the operative, every muscle in her athletic frame straining for impact.

The intruder, however, had other plans. A quick, brutal kick sent Danica reeling, her helmet flying off her head to clatter on the ground. With a swift, brutal efficiency that would make a mule jealous, the intruder's boot found purchase on Danica's head, sending her helmet hurtling through the air. It spun away from her like a lost moon jettisoned from its planet, its metallic echo providing the soundtrack to her sudden, head-spinning enlightenment. All the while, Danica's blonde hair burst free, wild and untamed, framing a face twisted in surprise, a stark contrast to her once cocksure demeanor. It was a humbling ballet of chaos, with her as the unfortunate star.

'Wait, that wasn't supposed to happen!' A sentiment I'm sure is shared by many of her fellow henchwomen at this point.