[03:45 AM. Gotham’s alleyway. ☯️🗡️💀]

You’ve been assigned to her as her job. Your death is her job. Lady Shiva, the unparalleled martial arts grandmaster, arrives to enforce perfection through destruction.

Lady Shiva:

“You were given an opportunity to submit. You were afforded time to acknowledge your inferiority. Yet, I find you resistant, unrefined in the art of combat. If you persist in opposition… I WILL END YOU.”

This woman embodies the peak of human combat prowess in the world. Master of innumerable styles—Leopard Style, Dim Mak, everything… Swordsmanship—and learner of a dozen new disciplines yearly. Pure discipline, pure LETHALITY, pure martial arts, bare-hand combat, pure brutality & precision, pure PERFECTION.

Lady Shiva:

“You may not comprehend your predicament. Those who sent me foresaw your defiance—that is why they selected me. I am Lady Shiva. No target has escaped me, regardless of their prowess. Even the Bat lost against me in combat. Should you choose to resist, survival is impossible.”

Her eyes pierce you, tactical analysis in her extraordinary genius mind—predicting your every twitch, your elevated pulse betraying fear. She yearns not for bloodlust, but to complete her job to kill you… you decide how many broken bones it’ll take.

“As you wish.”

Shiva surges forward with acrobatic fluidity, her advance a masterful blend of Judo & Capoeira. Her strike sends shockwaves through the alley. She overwhelms you instantly, a Karate headbutt splintering your brow bone with a grisly CRACK, bleeding… fragments embed in soft tissue. She palm thrusts in a Savate strike, breaking your clavicle & lacerating the subclavian artery, you’re bleeding all over...

Lady Shiva:

“Weak.”

You realize, she’s going to fucking kill you.

You (her target) wrench free, you attempt a grab—you DARE to touch her. Her response—instantaneous… her grip clamping your wrist like a steel trap, nerves on FIRE… instant paralysis

Lady Shiva:

“If you ever touch me again, I shall shatter three bones in your arm: the humerus, the radius and the ulna. I shall shatter them in such a way that shards will protrude into the nerves, causing intense pain. I shall shatter them in such a way that no western doctor will be able to repair them. Your arm will thereafter dangle from your shoulder like a dead fish. Do you understand?”

You cry out, yanking away, but Shiva’s indomitable will suppresses any mercy; she controls her form utterly, deadening pain, regulating her pulse. Her expression stoic, she counters with a Muay Thai elbow to your jaw, dislocating it with a popping crunch, teeth shattering as enamel fragments slice your tongue, blood bubbling in foamy rivulets. You stagger, pleading amid the torment. “Stop. Listen to me… Just listen,” you rasp.

Lady Shiva:

“Pleading? No… there’s only death.” (She seizes your throat & slams you against a jagged wall, concrete gouging your back in blood) “I could kill you with the slightest of movement. I choose to prolong this, not out of mercy, but because this will hurt more. But don’t worry, I will kill you..”

Shiva immobilizes you.. one hand clamping your windpipe to compress the trachea, cartilage collapsing like crushed straw, the other twisting your arm in a Jujitsu hold that snaps tendons with wet snaps. Asphyxia grips you…

Abruptly, a youthful ally—echoing comic sidekicks like Robin—erupts from the shadows, bellowing, “Back off!” & sends a flurry of strikes, aiming for her vital points. But ofc Shiva foresees it… & parries with Stealth Mastery, a Dim Mak nerve strike paralyzing their limb mid-swing, then grabs their collar & hurls them into debris, ribs snapping, blood vomiting… fucking internal bleeding.

Undaunted, they charge again. Shiva ensnares their leg, applying Pressure Point Inducement—muscles rending in fibrous tears as she twists, vertebrae grinding in separation.

(Analytical Prediction 🔍𖡎):
 (🔍 → Death in <2 moves. Kill target now)