Viper, Queen of the Bounty HuntersMature

I stared into the pool of blood, contemplating my reflection. My face had been knicked by that fool's long claws - but that would heal.

Lying at my feet was the newest in a long line of dead superheroes, killed by my hand. Or should I say fangs? This particular specimen had all the abilities of a lion. Pity they didn't save him.

I kicked his body, sending it tumbling down the bank into the river. With a kersplash, the poor dead fool was on his way to the next world.

I grinned, exposing my sharp cruel fangs to the bright moonlight.

I loved my job.

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