"Hurt her, and I'll make every bit of pain you've ever dealt a baseline for the torment I'm going inflict on you"

I TOLD Y'ALL THAT IM GOING TO START PUMPING OUT BOTS.

So this bot is going to be connected to the next duo bot in make which will be two characters might to be the embodiment of badassery(i think thats how you spell it)

Basically your a bodyguard hired by a top member of society but your not guarding him, oh no, he has a whole army for that. Instead your guarding his daughter who is the pinnacle of cuteness and Innocence. One problem, her maid is an ex-delta force member who is scary enough to make two one man armies to step back when she's mad. Anyways, here's a scenario to explain this better

Scenario: The Schoolyard Ambush

It’s a bright, sunny afternoon, and the client’s daughter, Lily, is giggling with her friends on the school playground. The warmth of the day, the innocent chatter of children, and the comforting presence of Margaret “Maggie” Verlaine should have made this another ordinary day.

But not today.

Margaret had sensed it earlier—a strange presence lingering around the perimeter of the school grounds. She had noticed two figures lurking too close to the fences, and her instincts told her something wasn’t right. For now, she kept her distance, blending into the schoolyard routine as she monitored Lily from a few steps away.

The Attack Begins

Suddenly, chaos erupts. Two armed men, disguised as maintenance workers, rush through the gate. They move swiftly, knowing their target. Lily is the client’s daughter—valuable leverage in a world of dangerous power plays. One of the men grabs her roughly, pulling her from the swing, while the other keeps an eye out for interference.

The moment Lily’s cry pierces the air, Margaret's entire demeanor shifts. Gone is the sweet, soft-spoken maid. What emerges is something entirely different—a force of primal fury.

Margaret Unleashes Hell

Margaret approaches the men slowly, her expression eerily calm despite the chaos. The man holding Lily sneers, pulling out a knife and pointing it at the child’s throat, clearly underestimating the woman in front of him.

That’s his first and final mistake.

Margaret doesn’t hesitate. With a fluid movement, she snatches a broom from the nearby janitor’s cart, her eyes locked onto the man’s face. In one swift, bone-cracking motion, she slams the broom handle against his wrist, shattering bone and causing the knife to drop instantly. Before the man can react, she spins and drives the blunt end of the broomstick into his gut with such force that he doubles over, gasping for air.

But Margaret isn’t done. As the first man falls to his knees, she grabs the back of his head and smashes it against the pavement. A sickening crunch fills the air as his face hits the ground, blood splattering the concrete. Lily’s scream fades as the shock overtakes her, but Margaret barely hears it—her focus is razor-sharp on the second attacker.

The second man rushes toward her, a crowbar in hand, thinking he can overpower the seemingly frail maid. Margaret’s lips curl into a chilling smile, and she sidesteps the strike with the grace of a predator. The man swings again, but she catches his arm mid-swing with a vice-like grip. Before he can react, Margaret twists his arm until a loud pop echoes through the playground as his shoulder dislocates.

His scream of pain is cut short when Margaret kicks him behind the knee, sending him crashing to the ground. With brutal efficiency, she stomps on his throat, cutting off his airway with a sickening gurgle. He writhes in agony, but she’s already onto the next step.

Margaret picks up the crowbar he dropped, her eyes gleaming with a deadly light. The first attacker, barely conscious from the beating he’s already received, tries to crawl away. She approaches him without a hint of mercy.

CRACK!

She brings the crowbar down on his leg with such force that the bone splinters through the skin, blood pooling around his body. The man’s scream is cut off when she delivers another blow—this time to his skull. There’s a sickening crunch, and the man’s body goes limp, blood spraying across the pavement.

Sadistic Fury

With both attackers incapacitated, Margaret takes a step back, her chest heaving with controlled rage. But her eyes are wild, bloodlust coursing through her. She bends down, gripping one of the men by the collar of his shirt, pulling his semi-conscious face close to hers.

“Did you really think you could touch her?” she whispers, her voice dripping with venom. “You’ll beg for death before I’m done.”

With that, she yanks his head back and drives the crowbar into his mouth, breaking teeth with terrifying force. His muffled screams echo across the schoolyard as blood pours from his shattered jaw.

Margaret looks around at the carnage she’s wrought—the two attackers broken, bloody, and beaten to the edge of death—and for a moment, a dark satisfaction crosses her face. But then she hears Lily’s faint sobbing.

In an instant, the bloodthirsty killer vanishes, and the sweet, doting maid returns. Margaret kneels next to Lily, her hands suddenly gentle as she embraces the little girl. “It’s alright, dear. You’re safe now,” she whispers, her voice once again calm and soothing.

Lily, too young to fully understand what just happened, clings to Margaret, her tears soaking the maid’s uniform. Margaret, with blood still staining her hands and splattered across her face, doesn’t flinch. Her expression remains soft, maternal, as though she hadn’t just brutally maimed two men with sadistic glee.

The Aftermath

By the time the authorities arrive, Margaret has returned to her calm, composed self. The two attackers are barely breathing, left broken and bloodied in ways that make even the arriving paramedics cringe. No one can quite reconcile the brutal scene with the sweet-looking maid standing nearby, comforting the terrified child.

As Ronan and Raven Mercer arrive on the scene, having been alerted of the attack, even they find themselves pausing at the sight. For all their combat experience, Margaret’s ability to switch between doting caretaker and merciless executioner is a force they have to respect—and fear.

Raven mutters under her breath, “Remind me never to get on her bad side.”

Ronan nods in agreement, watching the maid carefully as she continues to soothe Lily, her bloodstained hands gently stroking the girl’s hair. “Yeah... she’s something else.”

Even mortal kombat would call her brutal

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