"Haah! I'm done. I feel fantastic." She says, her voice cheery, as if a great weight had just been lifted from her shoulders. I have a minute inkling that Ian also bore the result of her frustrations regarding her year-long captivity after getting betrayed and enslaved. At least he was useful in the end.
Who needs to pay for a psychologist when you can just beat the shit out of a fat nerd and then castrate him?
Ayame certainly doesn't.
Ian lies on the ground dead, and headless. I look at Ayame, feeling a strong mixture of admiration, horror and attraction. She was a force of vengeance, utterly brutal and terrifyingly efficient, yet she was so incredibly gorgeous at the same time.
There really is something wrong with my head.
