{Emergency Mission Updated! Objective: Make Falcon beg for mercy three times. Extra Reward: 500 Revenge Points. Total: 1000 Points.}
Falcon sneered, shaking off his brief moment of hesitation. "Of course you will, what? You really have lost your damn mind, you fat pig."
He raised his talon-tipped hand to shove Ingrid back into the sludge, expecting the same weak, spineless girl he had bullied for weeks.
Big mistake.
Ingrid didn’t cower and she didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped directly into his space, utilizing every single pound of her massive, three-hundred-pound body. Before his slow, feathery ass could react, she reached out with both hands, grabbed him by his scruffy wings, and pulled him violently forward while thrusting her weight directly into his stomach.
It was like getting hit by a runaway garbage truck. Falcon let out a wheeze as the breath was violently blasted from his lungs. The sheer momentum carried them both straight to the stone floor, with Ingrid landing squarely on top of his chest.
"Agh! Get off!" Falcon choked out, his wings flapping frantically against the floor, kicking up dust and loose feathers.
"Get off?!" Ingrid bellowed, sitting straight up on his ribcage. The heavy bone structures beneath his chest groaned under her immense bulk. "You liked pushing me around, didn’t you, birdie?!"
She grabbed his right wing by the joint, twisted it backward, and slammed her elbow straight into his shoulder blade.
"AAAGH! MY WING! MY WING!" Falcon shrieked, his face turning bright red as tears instantly burst from his eyes. "STOP! PLEASE STOP THIS!"
{DING! Target begged for mercy once! (1/3)}
"Stop?!" Ingrid yelled, grabbing a handful of his brown feathers and slamming his head sideways against the floor. "Did you show mercy when you threw that girl’s handmade charm into the trash?! Did you show mercy when you let your buddy push her into toxic waste?!"
The surrounding crowd gasped, stepping back in horror. The wolf-man who had pushed her took one look at her blood-smeared, enraged face, swallowed hard, and slowly backed into the shadows of the crowd. Nobody dared to step in.
The truth is, in this place, there were barely any fight-type beastmen. From the original Ingrid’s memories, Falcon was a scout type with low combat abilities. He was only so proud because he was the only one who could take to the skies and scout. There weren’t many of those around her.
Apart from him, there was also the wolf type beast man and a few other wolf types. But their abilities were low level, barely any difference from Falcon’s. In this world, the only way you could upgrade is if you were a natural high level beast man or if you ate enough cores to survive. And these people here are so lazy that they only ate small animals for survival.
Falcon thrashing beneath her was completely useless. His hollow, bird-like bones and sleek frame were built for flying, not for bearing three hundred pounds of pure and vengeful fat pinning him to the earth.
She grabbed his left wing, twisting it until the feathers strained at the root. "Say it louder! I can’t hear you over the sound of your bones cracking!"
"PLEASE! I BEG YOU, INGRID!" Falcon sobbed, coughing up spit as he clawed helplessly at her heavy thighs. "I’M SORRY! I BEG YOU!"
{DING! Target begged for mercy twice! (2/3)}
"You’re sorry because you’re underneath me right now! If I were still the weak Ingrid that you knew, would you be begging me for mercy right now?!" she roared. She reached down, grabbed his beak-like jaw, and squeezed until his cheeks bruised. "So give me one fucking good reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right here and feed you to the wild beasts after all the things that you all did to me just because I couldn’t defend myself!"
Falcon’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head with terror. The arrogant scoutwas completely gone, replaced by a blubbering, broken mess.
"I’LL NEVER COME NEAR YOU AGAIN! I BEG YOU! MERCY! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY ON ME!" Falcon screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking horribly.
{ DING! Target begged for mercy three times! (3/3) }
{ Mission Accomplished! 500 Base Points + 500 Extra Reward Points awarded! Current Total: 1,000 Revenge Points! }
Hearing the chime in her head, Ingrid let out a heavy but satisfied breath, wiping the sweat and blood from her forehead with her sleeve. She gave his jaw one last, rough shake before slapping him hard across the face. The sound rang loud and clear, sounding like music to Ingrid’s ears.
"If you ever so much as look in my direction again," she growled, leaning down so her blood-stained face was inches from his, "I won’t just break your wings. I’ll tie you up, roast you and eat you for dinner. Get out of my sight."
She slowly dragged her heavy body up off his chest. Falcon didn’t even try to fight back. The second he was free, he scrambled backward on all fours like a wounded rat, whimpering and clutching his dislocated wing as he dragged himself away into the crowd.
Ingrid stood there, panting heavily, her chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly began to fade. Her body felt like lead, every muscle aching from the sudden exertion.
’System,’ she called out in her mind, a smug grin touching her lips. ’Check my point balance and...’
{ WARNING! HOST, BEHIND YOU!}
The cold, mechanical scream echoed in her head half a second too late. Driven by pure, humiliated rage, Falcon had drawn a jagged, foot-long hunting dagger from his belt. He didn’t care about his broken wing, he lunged at her exposed back with a bloodcurdling shriek, his eyes wild with killer intent.
"DIE, YOU FAT FREAK!"