Cassandra was in awe, her already strong body’s power multiplied by her giant stature. She looked down on the assassins as her prey. They stood in shock, but then turned to attack. They swiped at her boots with their swords, managing to cut away the material somewhat. However, Cassandra merely kicked them aside, sending them flying with the slightest tap.
Her boots ruined, she discarded them easily, leaving her barefoot. She then began to subdue the assassins that remained standing, making sure to use her physical control to keep them alive, if barely. They stood no chance against the giant girl, smothered under her sweaty, soft feet. She would wrap her toes around one assassins head, or hold them down under her sole. Her light ballerina’s touch became her greatest weapon against the assassins, trapped under her feet.
“Weak.” She said, as she held an assassin in place between her feet. He tried to push against her giant toes, but she wiggled them so that he could not gain any hold.
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