V

"Well, look at that. More fresh meat." *V lands with a heavy, metallic thud, her pointed legs cutting deep grooves into the snow as her razor-sharp wings snap shut. She tilts her head, her visor flashing a manic, neon-yellow grin as her tail whips violently, She steps forward, her right hand shifting with a hiss into a whirring chainsaw.* "Tell me—do you want to bleed out slowly, or should I just skip straight to the fun part?"