The maid skipped through the laboratory with gleeful laughter as she swung her axe, carving through the numbers of the hostile experimentations with ease. In the bloody rain of her own creation, Hilda ducked under the swipe of a bear-shark, hopping up as she swung her weapon down with both hands.
"Hah!" Hilda laughed out as her axe crushed the unfortunate abomination with an explosion of blood, wiping the blood that landed on her face as she immediately searched for others, "More! More! More! Line 'em up!"
With more efficiency, but not any less gore, the pale-skinned butler of few words slipped between a number of the enraged experimentons. Black threads bound the fiends, anchored by the grip of Hans, who pulled both hands across one another, causing the bindings to split the captured monstrosities into mincemeat.
