What saved Belle​ was that they were both so damned slippery from the grease. She was able to slip her skull from Daisy's headlock, which caused them both to lose their balance. Belle recovered first. She did a second swing kick, knocking Daisy off her feet so that her butt slapped on the cold pavement. Belle slammed her fist into Daisy's face again, again, again. What she wanted to do was smash Daisy's nose. She would have loved it if blood went splattering everywhere. She wanted to wrestle Daisy with dirt and grease and blood all over themselves and...

     Gorged with bloodlust, Belle howled. Women all over the facility howled in reply. Yeah! Now this is what they called a fight. 

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