It was her fault.
Her own foolishness in trusting them. There was no one to blame but herself, but she was awesome and they were little better than rapists so she would blame them instead. Especially Genji with his creepy as black bandages and masks. Batman went out of fashion two years ago and the combination of ninja pervert and spiky mahogany hair made him look like Japanese Led Zeppelin. The Geisha. That and his slithering, snake-like personality creeped people the fuck out. What sort of pick up line was "Hey baby, lemme show you a good time... Chop some'a ur limbs off teehee"?
Just. No.
Then there was Tora with his 'Hey bitches, I can levitate and meditate. Go me,' swag. The guy probably ate rocks, babies and the occasional tree here and there. He was all dark and brooding but she'd caught him checking out her butt and using his mountainous height to stare down her amazing cleavage. He liked to think he was asexual but his unnaturally tiny hands betrayed him for what he really was: a scared little boy with even tinier assets. But that might have to do with the steroids he was so obviously on.
Abs like that were not natural.
Last and definitely least - but they all sucked so who cared - was Akijo. Just... What. The. Hell. The guy conditioned his mane of dark hair more than she did and how much gel was in the thing? He probably had more hair products on his head alone than Walmart had in all their stores combined. That and he was their supposed leader. Hell, they might as well be lead by a bunch of blind ducks on crack for all the guidance he gave. Akijo had one job, and one job only he could possibly succeed in: a Calvin Klein model.
The guy was built like an asian Channing Tatum but his hair was a Head & Shoulders ad.
"Bitch!" she cursed when the slimy piece of lung or placenta or umbilical cord or whatever the fuck it was slid down her throat. "Oh I am going to kick your pretty little ass!" she yelled at her teammates. "Vegan for my whole life - that's 17 years - and you come around and shove a uterus down my throat! What on Earth was that for?!" she growled, leaping to her feet after ripping her arms away from Akijo's iron grip! "I swear to god I'm going to rip your balls off," she hissed, grabbing Akijo's collar and pulling him towards her so their dances were inches away. "After," she decided after a while, her pupils dilating as her body pressed closer to his. "After we have hot, violent sex in every position and place imaginable." She paused. "Thirty-seven times."