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Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

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Natasha Dubrovnik: The Siren

| {Full Name} |

Natasha Dubrovnik

| {Age} |

27

| {Species} |

Zeltron

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No- couldn't give less of a shit about which way the force moves, she cares about one thing, and that is getting paid.

| What is her role on the ship? |

Role on the ship is a mercenary who has been hired, and she says that this is key for her job. That is about all she will tell anyone. But being apart of this group is what she HAS to do for the job that she has been hired to do. If you ask about it, you will most likely get the same answer she gives everyone: "Who knows, maybe to kill you. Maybe to protect you, either way i'll be watching your back."

Preferring long range and medium range combat; she usually does pretty well if she has to be a guard though her lackadasical attitude, may seem like a severe let down if she was a guard. She also is decent with repairs, not able to make anything permanent fix, but definitely able to help make sure it stays together for a few moments before completely falling apart. (IE: I wouldn't trust a ship she's repaired to go into hyperspace, but it'll fly)

Cook: She is a great cook, because of her love of eating and her fancy tastes for the finer things in life she is proficient with making an excellent meal.

| {Appearance} |

5 foot 8, 189 pounds, Pink skin; She also tends to wear incredibly revealing tops and what look like tight pants.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

She has a heavy laser pistol at all times. As well as a multitude of knives; this includes a couple laser knives, a few regular knives and some throwing ones of course.
She also holds a sniper blaster rifle which she keeps locked up in her things. In that same chest holding that she has a E-11 Blaster Rifle.
She has a few flash bombs on her belt at all times. And in her chest she as a few Pyro Denton explosives, locked away.
Has cybernetics along her back and attach to some on the back of her arms and legs.
And some vials of poison and darts either on her body or in her chest

| {Physical Abilities} |

She is proficient in multiple types of martial arts, usually types that help with using your opponent's momentum against them. She is decently strong as well (Even more helpful since the cybernetics). As for her training she has been trained for years under multiple teachers, taking jobs everywhere as a mercenary for hire, and an assassin. Her senses for what she thinks is stupid tend to be what keeps her alive, as she looks out for just herself.
Her race gives her: They possessed two biological traits of note. The first was that they all produce potent pheromones, similar to the Falleen species, which enhanced their attractiveness and likeability. The second was a limited telepathic ability, used to project emotions onto others, as well as allowing them to read and even feel the emotions of others.
The presence of a second liver, which allowed Zeltrons to enjoy a larger number of alcoholic beverages than other humanoids.
Their incredible metabolisms allow her to eat even the richest of foods.
Because of this she can often times be found in the pantry, or because of her desire to be reclusive at times if she wants to escape she will often hide away in the engine room.

| {Force Abilities} |

None

| {Limitations} |

Being who she is she does not make many friends, and if she does they often don't last too long, ending up wanting her dead or her killed them. Most don't tend to appreciate her way of if she doesn't like how your feeling she will try to impress upon you what she thinks you should feel.

She also has no type of force power so there could be a weakness for some.
She tends to prefer medium to long range combat, her close range combat skills are still good, but they are mainly hand to hand or with a knife, never really with sword fighting.

Another Limitation she has is that she struggles to fight in the air or space, and is DECENT at landing. Often times if she is being chased she will just try to run but never pilot and fire: she becomes too focused on one or the other. Also often to save the hassle; if she has stolen a ship she tends to just take an escape pod and let the ship free-fall

Driven by lust: Lust of the battlefield, or lust of excitement, or regular old lust, all these things are types of things that can drive her, especially if she is bored, she often goes after a challenge, or a duel to see just how much of excitement she can get it. Or she will see just who she can make fall for her, who she might be able to string along, or even get together with, to add another trophy to her wall.

| {Personality} |

She is a cold dead bitch: She sees herself as superior than everyone else; even more superior than those who hold more power than her. She is Narcissistic to a fault; even when she is bested she will just see it as she was on a bad day.

Anything to get the job done: If she has a mission or a job, she will do anything to get it done, she sees it as her sole responsibility, and nothing else matters. Even if that means making the person fall in love with her to do so.

She is dubious and secretive: Not really someone to be trusted as she doesn't truly trust anyone else.
Now this doesn't mean she doesn't like love, she definitely has the desire for... it, but for her it's a sport, just like killing.

She sees most things as a means to an end: If she is doing something there is almost always a long con behind it for her benefit. Even the most selfless acts she has a plan for it and theres almost always a reason, even if she tells you she did it because she could.

Respect: Respect is never given, in fact it is only earned by showing either her up, or doing something that impresses her. No amount of flirting or bragging will change that.

Smartass: she's not afraid to speak her mind, many see her as an asshole due to this, due to the fact that if she thinks she can she will speak her mind whenever possible

Intuitive: She sees everyone as a danger, if she doesn't know you, you are a threat and will most likely be dealt with in such a way that is not very friendly.

Seductress: She isn't afraid to show skin, let alone make you feel like you have a chance with her to get what she wants. Known to even sleep with a man if she thinks it will benefit her.
Out for herself: If you haven't gotten it by now, then she'll spell it out for you, she is out for herself, that's who she sees as the most important person and the one being she can always count on.

Longing: Despite all of this, deep within her she has a longing for someone who can constantly bring her excitement and worth, but she has accepted long ago that isn't what will happen.

Stubborn: She is stubborn when it comes to her way of thinking, thinking that there is not much anyone else can do to change her mind, no matter the situation, and no matter what the argument is on. She will stand her ground, even if she knows she's wrong or been caught.

| {Place of Origin} |

Somewhere on Zeltros: She was taken from there as she seemed to get taken while a child from her parents late in the night. There she grew up around Trandoshian only going down to the planet when necessary. She grew up with the same group of pirates who had taken her. After she was done there and with the business that she had there she moved on. She would move back home for a little while before once again taking off, this time living mostly out of stolen ships as she often would leave hers somewhere hidden just in case she needed a spot to go back to.

| {Background} |

Natasha was taken as a child from her home. As she grew up she obviously realized she was not one of her captors as they were of many races who thought she would be useful to.. sell. She would trick the man, and while she was in the bathroom would spike his drink with a poison she had picked up. She used that to escape, only to run into a small group of beings from the Assassin guild. They were able to take her away as she convinced them that she could be useful. Though they were skeptical, especially when they found out that what she 'poisoned' this man with was merely something that would knock him out. She had not gotten the right amount. But regardless they would kill him and take her. training her to become stronger, and more cunning than she ever though possible. She went from believing that she was nothing to finally thinking that she had something she was good at rather than just sex.

While with the guild she would find her parents had moved on, through their contacts they would tell her that her parents had left the planet she was born on and went somewhere else, somewhere where they didn't tell anyone where it was. Doubt rushed through Natasha as she believed her parents had potentially abandoned her.

After about 3 more years she would finally feel ready to leave that small group who trained her, promising that if they needed that she would be available: after all, she owed them her life. Before she left though she found the pirates who had taken her, and killed each one, a methodical plan she had created was coming to fruition: each of the members of this pirate group was finding themselves either isolated or absolutely helpless in some type of situation that would either look like an accident or look like an attack. She'd only come out of the shadows in the final moments to show them that it was actually her. Once that was over Natasha decided it was time to go home. A place she hadn't been to in a long time. Finally getting home she would spend a couple years, having fun and learning about herself and her race. Soon that life was too boring, everyone seemed to really just come there to party almost, even her own race seemed like they were boring as she knew what to expect from them. So she left after about a year to begin to go to different planets, continuing her tradition of killing people when she was hired to and doing miscellaneous jobs, including fighting in wars when she had to; all the while learning any martial arts she could at the time. Finally she needed to put her skills to the test. At about 20 she began to truly put herself out there for hire, taking job after job, each one increasing in more danger. No longer was she going after cheating wives and husbands, rather she was going after those who had more protection, stronger and even some who were force wielders. She got the most excitement out of the ones she could play, the ones it took awhile to do just because of the excitement of each time she was able to pull off another lie and a other lie until finally it was accomplished. Her most crowing moment was when a 3 year plan on a contract came to fruition.

The job was simple: move to Naboo, and get a noble to fall in love with her; which he did, thanks to her own biology that was easy, but what wasn't easy was the fact that no matter when and no matter what they were doing his guards would be watching. She was only able to eventually talk hi out of it when one day she was bringing him home to see her parents. She had finally began the final stage of her plan. She had brought him to meet her parents, and helped the guards find some 'friends' to hang out with. All thanks to the amount of pheromones in the air because of the planet. Finally getting him away from the guards she had him come to what she claimed was her home, but it was really an abandoned house. It was there that she would first cripple him by grabbing a loose pipe and smashing in his kneecaps. She would then use her knife to slowly cut his throat, smiling at a job well done. Afterwards she set timed charges, that would blow his body and the entire place to nothingness. Of course that was by the time she was off planet and before the guards even knew what had happened. Of course, when the guards would not be able to find her or him until the explosion they figured they had both died in it. However, she had stashed another one of her species there to be blown up with the bomb. Ever since, she has been known as the Siren y those who hire her: Doing any job, usually known for the long con. Now that she has been away from her homeworld, everything has become a sport to her, just how many people can she get to fall in love, how many jobs and how hard the jobs she can find. She is always loyal to the first merchant, unlike most who sway depending on pay, to her, her word is everything. She still doesn't know who that original group was, but she has moved on from it.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Natasha Dubrovnik

[

Natasha Dubrovnik: The Siren

| {Full Name} |

Natasha Dubrovnik

| {Age} |

27

| {Species} |

Zeltron

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No- couldn't give less of a shit about which way the force moves, she cares about one thing, and that is getting paid.

| What is her role on the ship? |

Role on the ship is a mercenary who has been hired, and she says that this is key for her job. That is about all she will tell anyone. But being apart of this group is what she HAS to do for the job that she has been hired to do. If you ask about it, you will most likely get the same answer she gives everyone: "Who knows, maybe to kill you. Maybe to protect you, either way i'll be watching your back."

Preferring long range and medium range combat; she usually does pretty well if she has to be a guard though her lackadasical attitude, may seem like a severe let down if she was a guard. She also is decent with repairs, not able to make anything permanent fix, but definitely able to help make sure it stays together for a few moments before completely falling apart. (IE: I wouldn't trust a ship she's repaired to go into hyperspace, but it'll fly)

Cook: She is a great cook, because of her love of eating and her fancy tastes for the finer things in life she is proficient with making an excellent meal.

| {Appearance} |

5 foot 8, 189 pounds, Pink skin; She also tends to wear incredibly revealing tops and what look like tight pants.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

She has a heavy laser pistol at all times. As well as a multitude of knives; this includes a couple laser knives, a few regular knives and some throwing ones of course.
She also holds a sniper blaster rifle which she keeps locked up in her things. In that same chest holding that she has a E-11 Blaster Rifle.
She has a few flash bombs on her belt at all times. And in her chest she as a few Pyro Denton explosives, locked away.
Has cybernetics along her back and attach to some on the back of her arms and legs.
And some vials of poison and darts either on her body or in her chest

| {Physical Abilities} |

She is proficient in multiple types of martial arts, usually types that help with using your opponent's momentum against them. She is decently strong as well (Even more helpful since the cybernetics). As for her training she has been trained for years under multiple teachers, taking jobs everywhere as a mercenary for hire, and an assassin. Her senses for what she thinks is stupid tend to be what keeps her alive, as she looks out for just herself.
Her race gives her: They possessed two biological traits of note. The first was that they all produce potent pheromones, similar to the Falleen species, which enhanced their attractiveness and likeability. The second was a limited telepathic ability, used to project emotions onto others, as well as allowing them to read and even feel the emotions of others.
The presence of a second liver, which allowed Zeltrons to enjoy a larger number of alcoholic beverages than other humanoids.
Their incredible metabolisms allow her to eat even the richest of foods.
Because of this she can often times be found in the pantry, or because of her desire to be reclusive at times if she wants to escape she will often hide away in the engine room.

| {Force Abilities} |

None

| {Limitations} |

Being who she is she does not make many friends, and if she does they often don't last too long, ending up wanting her dead or her killed them. Most don't tend to appreciate her way of if she doesn't like how your feeling she will try to impress upon you what she thinks you should feel.

She also has no type of force power so there could be a weakness for some.
She tends to prefer medium to long range combat, her close range combat skills are still good, but they are mainly hand to hand or with a knife, never really with sword fighting.

Another Limitation she has is that she struggles to fight in the air or space, and is DECENT at landing. Often times if she is being chased she will just try to run but never pilot and fire: she becomes too focused on one or the other. Also often to save the hassle; if she has stolen a ship she tends to just take an escape pod and let the ship free-fall

Driven by lust: Lust of the battlefield, or lust of excitement, or regular old lust, all these things are types of things that can drive her, especially if she is bored, she often goes after a challenge, or a duel to see just how much of excitement she can get it. Or she will see just who she can make fall for her, who she might be able to string along, or even get together with, to add another trophy to her wall.

| {Personality} |

She is a cold dead bitch: She sees herself as superior than everyone else; even more superior than those who hold more power than her. She is Narcissistic to a fault; even when she is bested she will just see it as she was on a bad day.

Anything to get the job done: If she has a mission or a job, she will do anything to get it done, she sees it as her sole responsibility, and nothing else matters. Even if that means making the person fall in love with her to do so.

She is dubious and secretive: Not really someone to be trusted as she doesn't truly trust anyone else.
Now this doesn't mean she doesn't like love, she definitely has the desire for... it, but for her it's a sport, just like killing.

She sees most things as a means to an end: If she is doing something there is almost always a long con behind it for her benefit. Even the most selfless acts she has a plan for it and theres almost always a reason, even if she tells you she did it because she could.

Respect: Respect is never given, in fact it is only earned by showing either her up, or doing something that impresses her. No amount of flirting or bragging will change that.

Smartass: she's not afraid to speak her mind, many see her as an asshole due to this, due to the fact that if she thinks she can she will speak her mind whenever possible

Intuitive: She sees everyone as a danger, if she doesn't know you, you are a threat and will most likely be dealt with in such a way that is not very friendly.

Seductress: She isn't afraid to show skin, let alone make you feel like you have a chance with her to get what she wants. Known to even sleep with a man if she thinks it will benefit her.
Out for herself: If you haven't gotten it by now, then she'll spell it out for you, she is out for herself, that's who she sees as the most important person and the one being she can always count on.

Longing: Despite all of this, deep within her she has a longing for someone who can constantly bring her excitement and worth, but she has accepted long ago that isn't what will happen.

Stubborn: She is stubborn when it comes to her way of thinking, thinking that there is not much anyone else can do to change her mind, no matter the situation, and no matter what the argument is on. She will stand her ground, even if she knows she's wrong or been caught.

| {Place of Origin} |

Somewhere on Zeltros: She was taken from there as she seemed to get taken while a child from her parents late in the night. There she grew up around Trandoshian only going down to the planet when necessary. She grew up with the same group of pirates who had taken her. After she was done there and with the business that she had there she moved on. She would move back home for a little while before once again taking off, this time living mostly out of stolen ships as she often would leave hers somewhere hidden just in case she needed a spot to go back to.

| {Background} |

Natasha was taken as a child from her home. As she grew up she obviously realized she was not one of her captors as they were of many races who thought she would be useful to.. sell. She would trick the man, and while she was in the bathroom would spike his drink with a poison she had picked up. She used that to escape, only to run into a small group of beings from the Assassin guild. They were able to take her away as she convinced them that she could be useful. Though they were skeptical, especially when they found out that what she 'poisoned' this man with was merely something that would knock him out. She had not gotten the right amount. But regardless they would kill him and take her. training her to become stronger, and more cunning than she ever though possible. She went from believing that she was nothing to finally thinking that she had something she was good at rather than just sex.

While with the guild she would find her parents had moved on, through their contacts they would tell her that her parents had left the planet she was born on and went somewhere else, somewhere where they didn't tell anyone where it was. Doubt rushed through Natasha as she believed her parents had potentially abandoned her.

After about 3 more years she would finally feel ready to leave that small group who trained her, promising that if they needed that she would be available: after all, she owed them her life. Before she left though she found the pirates who had taken her, and killed each one, a methodical plan she had created was coming to fruition: each of the members of this pirate group was finding themselves either isolated or absolutely helpless in some type of situation that would either look like an accident or look like an attack. She'd only come out of the shadows in the final moments to show them that it was actually her. Once that was over Natasha decided it was time to go home. A place she hadn't been to in a long time. Finally getting home she would spend a couple years, having fun and learning about herself and her race. Soon that life was too boring, everyone seemed to really just come there to party almost, even her own race seemed like they were boring as she knew what to expect from them. So she left after about a year to begin to go to different planets, continuing her tradition of killing people when she was hired to and doing miscellaneous jobs, including fighting in wars when she had to; all the while learning any martial arts she could at the time. Finally she needed to put her skills to the test. At about 20 she began to truly put herself out there for hire, taking job after job, each one increasing in more danger. No longer was she going after cheating wives and husbands, rather she was going after those who had more protection, stronger and even some who were force wielders. She got the most excitement out of the ones she could play, the ones it took awhile to do just because of the excitement of each time she was able to pull off another lie and a other lie until finally it was accomplished. Her most crowing moment was when a 3 year plan on a contract came to fruition.

The job was simple: move to Naboo, and get a noble to fall in love with her; which he did, thanks to her own biology that was easy, but what wasn't easy was the fact that no matter when and no matter what they were doing his guards would be watching. She was only able to eventually talk hi out of it when one day she was bringing him home to see her parents. She had finally began the final stage of her plan. She had brought him to meet her parents, and helped the guards find some 'friends' to hang out with. All thanks to the amount of pheromones in the air because of the planet. Finally getting him away from the guards she had him come to what she claimed was her home, but it was really an abandoned house. It was there that she would first cripple him by grabbing a loose pipe and smashing in his kneecaps. She would then use her knife to slowly cut his throat, smiling at a job well done. Afterwards she set timed charges, that would blow his body and the entire place to nothingness. Of course that was by the time she was off planet and before the guards even knew what had happened. Of course, when the guards would not be able to find her or him until the explosion they figured they had both died in it. However, she had stashed another one of her species there to be blown up with the bomb. Ever since, she has been known as the Siren y those who hire her: Doing any job, usually known for the long con. Now that she has been away from her homeworld, everything has become a sport to her, just how many people can she get to fall in love, how many jobs and how hard the jobs she can find. She is always loyal to the first merchant, unlike most who sway depending on pay, to her, her word is everything. She still doesn't know who that original group was, but she has moved on from it.

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last time

Somewhere in China

Alex would wave at the group who was seeing him off including Nicky. He was going to be gone for about a week in a special tournament for martial arts masters. He would hop in the cab at the bottom of the stairs and be off. His first thought was about Nicky, how was she going to react now that he was gone. He was worried, he knew his master would be harsh on any punishments but if she got into a fight she might wind up having to rebuild parts of the temple just do to the sheer fact of her condition. He would shake the thought from his head as he grinned while looking out the window at the mountain like area around them. "She will be fine." he said to himself as the cab driver looked back and raised an eyebrow at him.
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In Beijing

Not too long after that he would find himself back in Beijing and in a hotel. Throwing his stuff down he would sigh. From the moment he had gotten to the hotel he had been bombarded with reporters, most of which thinking that he did not understand Chinese, so most would try to give him some half-assed attempt at English. But that was to be expected; after all, this hotel was where he was going to be having the tournament.All fighters welcome, 3183600.13 Chinese Yuan for the winner of the whole thing. Roughly about 500,000 dollars if converted. Alex sighed as he thought about the tournament, this wouldn't be like the tournament in his dojo where people with close to no skill came in and got destroyed or people who had some type of power would come in. These were mostly masters of a martial arts. A few up and comers who thought themselves strong enough to try, but they would be weeded out in the first round. A few names were familiar to him but ultimately, Alex had been to tournaments like this. Everyone knew Chi; everyone was a master of it. This wasn't going to be a cakewalk at all. Not to mention he would be put on TV, something about that always made him nervous but he shook the image from his head as he checked his phone and saw the text I'm rooting for you, baby. Do well. smiling at that he chuckled, how she was willing to just let him go to China with a random teenage girl to train her was beyond him.
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(Flashback time!)
"Go ahead and take her darling. I think it would be good for you and from the sounds of it, it would be good for her.' Alyssa stood at about 5 foot 8 inches. She had long blonde hair and toned muscle at 24 she was definitely younger than Alex, but she was working on her Doctorate already to get into the medical field. She wore a long black dress that seemed just slightly too tight and showed off every inch of her curves. Alex sighed as he sat down on the couch. "What if I'm not the right person though? What if she literally gets nothing out of it."

Alyssa walked over to him, "Listen, you are a great young man. You have a good head on your shoulders, and you are the calmest person I know in the worst situations. She will get attached to you, even if she doesn't want to admit it. Besides, what teenager doesn't want to learn how to blast a hole in a wall?"

Alex grinned at the comment, "True enough, most people want to be able to do that even after they are a teenager. Well, I will need to go to a tournament since I won't be able to charge my students full price while I'm gone. Shit. That means I have to win.. for us."

Alyssa shook her head, 'Hush, you do your best. Just don't kill anyone.' Alyssa said before giving him a wink and then leaning down to grab at his hand. "Now come on, or we will be late for our reservation."
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Alex grinned and shook his head at how lucky he was. A knock on the door as a man spoke in broken English. Alex couldn't even hear what the guy was saying. But he knew what was being said, he was getting a 10 minute warning to his first round. Getting up he jumped up and down a couple times yelling at the door. "I'll be down in a moment." he would say before heading to the bathroom to wash his face. "First round is always easy." he said to himself.
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(1 hour later)
The TV cameras were circling around the ring as Alexander looked across at his opponent. A smaller Chinese man who would charge at Alexander fists flying high in an open palm one coming for his face another coming for his ribs. Alex would throw one hand up to smack at the man's wrist, and the other down to hit at his other arm's forearm. Deflecting both away from him. Alex would follow up with a kick to the stomach, then to the hip , following it up once more with a kick to his chest. The man stumbled backwards he looked like he had been getting beaten up for awhile with bruises over his face and body. He would try to make a move but Alex leaping forward would plant a punch into the man's chest once more, causing him to stumble backwards. Grabbing at the man's hair Alex pulled him down and kneed him in the face. When the knee hit a few on lookers could see the little bit of chi release that Alex had allowed. The knee would send the small man off of his feet and hitting the ground hard on his back. The crowd roared as the ref blew a whistle and the cameras zoomed in on Alex who looked completely unscathed. The announcers were yelling something in Chinese, but to Alex it didn't matter he was just wanting to move on to an actual challenge.

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Alex stood across from another man in the ring, this man looked about 50 years old, he had greying hair on his head and his beard. The crowd roared as the announcer would yell in Chinese. The Cameras zooming around the room. Here they were, the second round was about to begin and Alex would be as calm as he could be. Jumping forward he would begin with three quick strikes, aimed at the stomach, the head and the chest, all three were blocked. The old man suddenly jumped over Alex’s head hitting him on the temple with two good shots, the second he landed he tried to sweep Alex’s feet. Alex jumped over the leg sweep while turning. Using his momentum he brought a foot around to kick the old man in the face. The crowd cheered. But what they didn’t see was the chi that both men had released. The kick had been almost countered by this older mans chi. He had his more developed from years of fighting. But Alex wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

He would switch stances as he leaned his torso back, as the man came up with palms open feigning attacks to the head. Alex wouldn’t even bite. He simply jumped back, the old man landing where Alex was originally, but he wasn’t quick enough for Alex. Alex launched himself after landing, planting a foot right into the man’s chest sending him stumbling backwards. Following it up with a fist to the head and then to the gut had the old man keeling over. Grabbing his head and throwing a knee up Alex would feel himself connect right on the man’s face. The man flew backwards and hit the ground. The bell rang and the crowd went wild.

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Later:
Alex laid on his bed eyes closed. He missed it, although he had fun at events like this he missed the idea of training someone who was unruly, but most importantly he missed just having company. He would call his girlfriend but she was asleep long ago. As for anyone else, he wasn’t the type to cheat nor was he the type to go and do promiscuous things. That’s when he heard a knock on the door. Walking over and opening he would see a tall man standing over him in a suit with three men behind him,

The man spoke in Chinese, but Alex understood him plainly. “In the next round you will be in the semi-finals. My clients have a lot of money on that fighter, enough money to know where you are sleeping. If you throw the match you can get a share of the profit… if you don’t… We will kill you.” It was a loose translation but Alex could tell that that is what was being said. Alex shook his head as he looked at the 3 men behind the already tall man in a suit. He saw that each were flashing sub-machine guns. Alex would shake his head at them. “Go fuck yourselves.” he would say as he took a deep breath and throw a punch right for the man’s chest. He let his chi explode with the punch sending the man flying into the other three. Alex would walk out as they were struggling to get up and kick each one in the face to knock them out.Quietly and calmly walking back to the hotel room he would pick up the phone and call the police, knowing that depending on who these guys were involved with might have the police in their hands too.
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An hour later

Alex stayed laying in bed as he was reading some type of book, after dealing with all that chaos he was just happy to be in a relaxed state. That’s when the phone rang. Looking over he got up and picked it up. It was his old master. His eyes shot open at the news, he didn’t say anything he simply hung up the phone as he cursed in multiple different languages. “What the fuck. How am I going to find a small American girl in all of China?!” he exclaimed. He lowered his head as he thought about Nicky and her special powers, how it would help her basically go anywhere she wanted because she wouldn’t get tired. He needed to make some phone calls. He wasn’t technically allowed to leave and not show up to a match by order of his contract. Otherwise he would be searching for Nicky. But if the police came after him, he would wind up in jail, or worse and that wouldn’t help her at all. He had to rely on the few people he knew to search for her.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Somewhere in China

Alex would wave at the group who was seeing him off including Nicky. He was going to be gone for about a week in a special tournament for martial arts masters. He would hop in the cab at the bottom of the stairs and be off. His first thought was about Nicky, how was she going to react now that he was gone. He was worried, he knew his master would be harsh on any punishments but if she got into a fight she might wind up having to rebuild parts of the temple just do to the sheer fact of her condition. He would shake the thought from his head as he grinned while looking out the window at the mountain like area around them. "She will be fine." he said to himself as the cab driver looked back and raised an eyebrow at him.
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In Beijing

Not too long after that he would find himself back in Beijing and in a hotel. Throwing his stuff down he would sigh. From the moment he had gotten to the hotel he had been bombarded with reporters, most of which thinking that he did not understand Chinese, so most would try to give him some half-assed attempt at English. But that was to be expected; after all, this hotel was where he was going to be having the tournament.All fighters welcome, 3183600.13 Chinese Yuan for the winner of the whole thing. Roughly about 500,000 dollars if converted. Alex sighed as he thought about the tournament, this wouldn't be like the tournament in his dojo where people with close to no skill came in and got destroyed or people who had some type of power would come in. These were mostly masters of a martial arts. A few up and comers who thought themselves strong enough to try, but they would be weeded out in the first round. A few names were familiar to him but ultimately, Alex had been to tournaments like this. Everyone knew Chi; everyone was a master of it. This wasn't going to be a cakewalk at all. Not to mention he would be put on TV, something about that always made him nervous but he shook the image from his head as he checked his phone and saw the text I'm rooting for you, baby. Do well. smiling at that he chuckled, how she was willing to just let him go to China with a random teenage girl to train her was beyond him.
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(Flashback time!)
"Go ahead and take her darling. I think it would be good for you and from the sounds of it, it would be good for her.' Alyssa stood at about 5 foot 8 inches. She had long blonde hair and toned muscle at 24 she was definitely younger than Alex, but she was working on her Doctorate already to get into the medical field. She wore a long black dress that seemed just slightly too tight and showed off every inch of her curves. Alex sighed as he sat down on the couch. "What if I'm not the right person though? What if she literally gets nothing out of it."

Alyssa walked over to him, "Listen, you are a great young man. You have a good head on your shoulders, and you are the calmest person I know in the worst situations. She will get attached to you, even if she doesn't want to admit it. Besides, what teenager doesn't want to learn how to blast a hole in a wall?"

Alex grinned at the comment, "True enough, most people want to be able to do that even after they are a teenager. Well, I will need to go to a tournament since I won't be able to charge my students full price while I'm gone. Shit. That means I have to win.. for us."

Alyssa shook her head, 'Hush, you do your best. Just don't kill anyone.' Alyssa said before giving him a wink and then leaning down to grab at his hand. "Now come on, or we will be late for our reservation."
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Alex grinned and shook his head at how lucky he was. A knock on the door as a man spoke in broken English. Alex couldn't even hear what the guy was saying. But he knew what was being said, he was getting a 10 minute warning to his first round. Getting up he jumped up and down a couple times yelling at the door. "I'll be down in a moment." he would say before heading to the bathroom to wash his face. "First round is always easy." he said to himself.
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(1 hour later)
The TV cameras were circling around the ring as Alexander looked across at his opponent. A smaller Chinese man who would charge at Alexander fists flying high in an open palm one coming for his face another coming for his ribs. Alex would throw one hand up to smack at the man's wrist, and the other down to hit at his other arm's forearm. Deflecting both away from him. Alex would follow up with a kick to the stomach, then to the hip , following it up once more with a kick to his chest. The man stumbled backwards he looked like he had been getting beaten up for awhile with bruises over his face and body. He would try to make a move but Alex leaping forward would plant a punch into the man's chest once more, causing him to stumble backwards. Grabbing at the man's hair Alex pulled him down and kneed him in the face. When the knee hit a few on lookers could see the little bit of chi release that Alex had allowed. The knee would send the small man off of his feet and hitting the ground hard on his back. The crowd roared as the ref blew a whistle and the cameras zoomed in on Alex who looked completely unscathed. The announcers were yelling something in Chinese, but to Alex it didn't matter he was just wanting to move on to an actual challenge.

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Two days later, just after dawn

Nicky paced through the ancient stone halls of the monastery quickly, bare feet slapping across the stones and echoing loudly. Her sweatshirt had long become uncomfortably restricting, so she was down to a borrowed set of loose pants and a tank top. While she walked, she held out in front of her a large tome, retrieved from the small library under promises to be very careful with the old parchment. It was a book only in the loosest sense, more a series of scrolls bound at one end, with a thick lacquered wooden cover to protect the silk inside. She had it open to the fourth scroll, having memorised the first three already. Each one held diagrams and instructions for part of the form she had expressed interest in learning, and in the entirety of the fourteen hours she had held it, it had never left her possession. Sometimes she thought that not having to sleep had its advantages.

She arrived back at the training hall her and Alex had been using. She wouldn’t have left, but she had insisted that she at least eat something, as weeks without food, though not having a tangible effect on her, drove her nuts. Accordingly, she had breakfasted with the rest of the monks, listening to the low chatter of morning conversation in a language she didn’t know while staring at the scrolls in front of her. Now back in the hall, a piece of dried fish still sticking out of her mouth like a lollipop, she barged across the room and set the book down on the lectern she had borrowed for just such a purpose, back off a few feet, and settled into her breathing exercise.

It had taken a while to beat into her head that, while she didn’t need to breathe, the chi wouldn’t flow without air, but now she was circulating regularly. It helped that the scent of old stone and nature was among her favourites.Finishing her breathing, she began the series of intricate movements shown in the scroll, correcting herself whenever it felt like she might be off somehow. It had taken remarkably little time to get her motions smoothed out, though she still needed correction when she didn’t understand something, especially since she couldn’t read the chicken scratch in the scrolls, only see the illustrations. Soon, though, her instructor and translator would arrive and she could begin in earnest for the day. It might irk her slightly that he had to sleep, but she refrained from commenting, at least in part because she was too engrossed in what she was doing.

Alex would have spent most of his past few days with Nicky, making sure everything she was doing was exactly as it needed to be with little change in form. He seemed at times especially hard on her when she made mistakes, almost as if he was expecting perfection at the very start. His punishments usually had to deal with some sort of physical exercise, not because it would hurt or be a pain for her, but because he knew for her it would be mundane and boring.

This morning he had woken up and was told about her having the ancient texts he would have a grin across his face when he saw her at breakfast with it. There were 12 masters in total, but Alex was offered a seat at their table as they watched over the monks. He would understand any word he had heard, the language was pretty much his first after all. After breakfast he seemed to take his time meditating as if he was becoming one with the entire area around him once more. When he felt he was finished he would walk toward the training room and close the door behind him. “Okay, let’s see it Nicky.” he sounded almost like he was halfway kidding, but he really wanted to see her master chi in such a short time, he was hoping to see some sort of flow to it. If she wanted to show him anything else; now was the time.

She almost didn’t seem to hear him, but her movements suddenly switched, gracefully shifting into her neutral stance. A small breath out escaped through her lips, her eyes closed, and she fished the little ball out of her pocket. She placed it into her right palm, keeping her hand open and rolling it in between her ring and middle fingers, then began to move again. This time, though, it was nothing out of the books or anything he had taught her. Two days ago she had realised she could feel the chi flow, even if she didn’t have any control over it, and had started toying with stances and moves while everyone else was sleeping, experimenting with how the flow shifted as she did. Now, she started into what looked almost like a water dance, though she didn’t actually know that term at all.

Her arms swept out in a wide circle, palms out, and then rapidly spun in until they were pressed together at her chest. Her left foot left the ground, spinning her in a single circle before she used the momentum to stomp the ground, at the same time thrusting her right hand out and letting out a loud shout. And the little ball flung out from her fingers and thwacked against the wall almost twenty feet away with a very loud thud, rebounding like a stone and leaving a chip out of the wall.

Nicky returned to her neutral stance, then her eyes flicked open and grinned at Alex. ”So I think I get it. A little, at least. I still dunno how to do what you do, but I can feel it, anyway.” Under her breath, low enough she thought he wouldn’t hear, she added, ”First thing I’ve felt in a long time, too.”

Alex would look with an almost confused look on his face as she did her form. A grin slowly growing on his face as he watched her throw the ball. “Good, excellent in fact. You will learn to do what I do, but this shows me your body is starting to get used to releasing your chi. You are already miles ahead of 80% of the fighters in this world. Let’s see if you can get farther.” He would reach into his pocket and pull out what looked to be a balloon that had yet to be filled up. With it a bag of them. Alex would walk out of the room and turn the corner where there was water and fill up 5 balloons with water. Coming back he would place them down. “ Learning to disperse your chi is just the first step, now you must learn to concentrate it into a single point. Grab one of these.” he himself would pick one up and hold it in his hand. “Pop the balloon with your chi. After this we will work on control of chi, because we won’t want to get into how you can completely do what I did without control first. Otherwise your Chi could come out as a danger to others.” He would look at the balloon and without even seeming to touch it the entire thing popped water splattering everywhere.

“ If you focus on releasing chi through one spot you will find that you can easily pop something like a water balloon, after you pop a water balloon, you will work on crumbling rocks.” his eyebrows would raise as if he was expecting her to make some snarky comment towards him.

Nicky watched him blow apart one balloon without seeming to move, and her eyes were intense as she studied every facet of what he had done, though she couldn’t actually see anything. She listened as he gave his instruction, then nodded once and began staring at the next balloon. Her breathing changed, becoming a slow intake followed by a rapid series of tiny breaths out. Internally, she could feel her build up, but without her form, she had no idea how to release it, if she was being honest. Still, he had done it, so she could too. He wasn’t an alien or anything. So she stood, staring like she intended to develop laser eyes, at the balloon in front of her. Her fists began to clench, but still nothing happened.

Alex watched her intently, his directed his chi to his eyes so he could see her chi better and how it was flowing. “If you need to do you movements that’s fine for now, just know eventually you will be forced to not do you movements. What will you do if you are trapped with no space for your arms? Allow the chi to move through your body, imagine it like a river, and you are opening the dams from your inner being into your physical body and then out of your body.” He would continue to watch her and a few students who were passing by looked on in amazement that she had already gotten to the point of the water balloons.A few of them would speak in chinese about helping her learn a few tips and tricks they had learned, but they would do it when Alex left.

Nicky nodded again, and then immediately stepped back two paces. Hopping onto her left foot only she did a series of spins, right leg only coming down to push off the ground at the end of each turn. The spins carried her scant inches forward, but she began to pick up the pace until, just outside of the range where she could simply kick, she lashed out with a shout and a roundhouse kick. Although she didn’t pop any of them, all four vibrated intensely for a few seconds. The last one on the row had two pinholes that were now streaming out water slowly, where the pressure had been just enough to tear a bit of the rubber but not enough to rupture the whole balloon’s surface.

Nicky let out a growl of frustration, and turning to Alex, she noticed the other students muttering to each other and looking at her. ”Hey, don’t make fun of me, you bastards! I just got here, I can’t do all this shit in one week!” Her face turned bright scarlet.

Alex would look to the students who seemed to tilt their head at her for yelling at them. “They were talking about helping you, but I can't blame you. You don't know Chinese. They were trying to be quiet so I didn't hear them. It’s not allowed here for students to help someone with their training in the first 3 weeks.” Alex would sigh as he picked up one of the water balloons and held it out for her to grab again. “Try to imagine this, imagine yourself breaking out of a small cardboard box, but only in one direction, then imagine letting your chi flow that way as well.” he knew it was a hard task, this is where most people tend to make mistakes and not be able to control it or give up. “Also try to remain in control, uncontrolled Chi can be very dangerous.”

”Oh. Uhhh. Okay. Sorry.” Nicky grinned sheepishly at the other students, rubbed the back of her head, then turned back to her task. Okay. Cardboard box. I can do that. She felt the flow, a river of energy inside her that swirled and eddied, some places deeper than others, some more turbulent. Though the cardboard box didn’t quite work in her head, she knew what he had meant by it. She pictured a sluice gate in the water, and ever so slowly opened it. She directed the resulting flow out towards the balloon, but only managed to make it quiver. Curious, she reached out and poked it, rewarded by a pop and splashing water all over herself. ”Shit! Damn it, these things are two thin, if I can just poke it open. You shoulda warned me, Miyagi!”

“Of course they are thin, what else did you expect, Nicky? Would you rather me give you a rock now to try it? See if you can’t crumble that?” Alex bent down and picked up a rock in his hand, he seemed to focus for a moment and the rock crumbled to dust in his hand. “ That is the next step, but you are not ready yet, that is why you have these thin balloons… just trust me on this. This is a requirement in your training. Without it, your Chi will be wild, and hostile even to yourself, I can even show you what it would feel like if I let my chi loose without much control over it if you’d like.” He’d seem to take a deep breath as he looked back at the door and then back to Nicky, “I am going to give you, 24 hours, make a hole in a balloon at the very least, while holding it in your hand, without poking it. Or, you will have to meditate for 20 hours with me.” Alex would nof a slight smirk crossing his face as he spoke.

”Oh God, not more meditation. Fine, I’ll do it in twelve, and dump it on your grey ass head, old man!” She snatched up a balloon and sat, cross-legged, on the floor, holding it up on one palm at eye level while the other hand rested on her knee. Her jaw set almost comically as she narrowed her eyes, and her tongue once again stuck out while she concentrated.

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It actually only took her six hours to pop her first one, but she only managed to do it reliably after another ten. Twice, she had managed to lose control and wound up almost destroying her own clothes and the stone around her before she brought it back down. Another two had her able to pop it in midair, so she managed to give herself a break by slinging them overhead and trying to pop them over specific target she drew on the floor in chalk, a combination of skeet shooting and bombing runs.

Alex would walk in after about 12 hours; he had a cigarette in his mouth as he walked in blowing out the smoke gently. “Okay, so, show me what you got.” he would say. He would have his traditional monk robes on him. He would lean against the nearby wall as he waited for her to show him how she was able to get it in 12 hours. “You know most people take at least 2 weeks to be able to have the ability to constantly express their chi through their fists without a problem, let’s see where you got in 12 hours, shall we?”

Nicky grinned at him, then threw a balloon over his head, timing her punch into the air to detonate the balloon directly over his head. As water washed down, she hoped it put out his cigarette, but regardless, she had accomplished her goal.

The water would wash over his entire body, and put out the cigarette in his mouth. His eyebrows raised as he looked down at his wet clothes. He would nod, ”Color me impressed, if there ever was a chosen one, maybe you were it after all.” he’d say in an obvious joking tone. After chuckling to himself for a second he was finally speak again, “Now, if you’d like we can go ahead and start the next part of your training, you have learned to release it, and you have learned to release the chi in a concentrated point. Now, we learn to control how much you release. One of the reasons most people take so long is because they will get exhausted with the amount of effort it takes. But you, I guess you don’t have to worry about that.” he would grin at her before standing in the center of the room.

“Alright… I’m going to show you why control is important, when you start to learn how to use it all throughout your body and at once, it can become an overwhelming force all around you. If I don’t control it and I unleash it as much as I want; then this will happen.” He would take a deep breath letting his arms go to his sides, suddenly a massive amount of chi would come out of him, the entire room would feel heavier for anyone in it. Alex’s Chi was heavy it would start to oppress Nicky’s chi, if she could feel pain she would have felt it, but since she didn’t it would just feel like a heavy oppressive force on her. Alex would release his Chi with a deep sigh as the force lifted and he looked at Nicky.

Walking over and picking up a rock he would hold it out for Nicky, “Take this rock. Split it in half, if you unleash your chi on it, it’s going to crumble, if you concentrate it can be split in half. I want you to keep trying until then.”

”Uhhhh. Okay?” Nicky shook her head, trying to get what felt like pressure out of her ears. She had no idea what else had happened. Maybe it had more of an effect on people who weren’t cursed like her. She slapped her left ear with the same palm like she was trying to know her brain loose while she took the stone with the other. Staring at it, she sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and again, held it in her open palm at eye level. This time, though she was more confident. She might not know what the hell chi was, despite Alex telling her several times, but she knew she could blow stuff up with her mind. And the movements were helping, but she wanted to try this one all on her mental power alone.

She concentrated hard for maybe twenty second before the thing not just crumbled, but exploded, sending chips flying everywhere. She saw several bouncing away from her eyeball. In shock, she blinked and looked up at Alex. ”Okay, so maybe that’s not as easy as it sounds. You wanna give me some sort of advice there, old man?”

Alex watched her carefully as she unleashed chi into it. He held up his hands to guard his face as tiny pieces flew everywhere. Alex sighed as he picked up another rock and dropped it infront of her. “Yes, I want you to imagine that rock in your hand. Close your eyes, and imagine slicing it completely in half with a sword. A sword is a dangerous weapon, but yet it is easily controlled as long as you wield it from the hilt, you wield your chi the same way, you wield it with your connection from your body to your spirit. You control it with how hard you swing.” he seemed to walk away and back to the door to watch her follow up with what he said.

A sword, huh? The only swords she had seen had been in the old-as-hell movies her dad had watched when she was a little kid watching her baby brother, so she tried to remember what that had been like. One huge blade almost as tall as a man, with three or four little prongs off the sides where you gripped it. So she mentally swung it overhand. But nothing happened.

Oh, right, the chi thing, she thought to herself as the image dissolved. She reformed it in her head, then swung it again, mentally and ironically yelling the word freedom while she did so. The wall across her palm from her face nearly exploded, chunks of masonry vaporising and more stones raining down. A vertical pie-slice of stone, starting on the ceiling just behind and directly above her head and continuing forward until it was nearly a foot wide and several inches deep, was simply gone. She looked up, wincing, and simply said, ”Ooops.” The stone in her hand was completely unscathed.

Alex watched closely but when the stones began to almost explode he would instantly bring his hands up to his face to help protect himself again. He looked at the massive amount of stone missing as he shook his head, a grin on his face. “No more chi training. I want you to meditate for 2 hours. Then join me upstairs in the dojo. I’m going to teach you how to fight before we go any further. You need to have a more calm mind and stronger mental fortitude, I am going to help you with that.” he would wait for her response, and then head back upstairs towards the dojo.

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Just after noon, local time

Nicky had given up on mentally timing meditation. ‘Two hours’ had little to no meaning to her in general, which ruined her meditation, as she had to constantly open one eye and look at the hourglass she had ‘requisitioned’ from the monks. As a result, walking into the main dojo of the temple, she was nothing but irritated and bored. That stopped the second she walked through the heavy, lacquered wooden doors. The first noise she heard was the slap of fist on flesh, almost immediately followed by the crack of wood being blocked by an arm. She glanced around and saw something she thought only existed in movies.

Fourteen monks sparred in various areas of the place, presided over by a surly looking man with a shaved pate and mustachios she was fairly certain she could use as a swing. They were using anything from bare hands to broadswords to staves and nunchaku. Off to one side, a separate group of students were doing forms, being watched by two men in a way that reminded her distinctly of Alex in his class, though she supposed that was probably inevitable. She strode unconcernedly past everything, though in deference to her new fascination with doing this right, she avoided her old blustering steps directly through the other students. Once she stood in front of Alex where he waited, she grinned at him.

”So, Master Roshi, what are you gonna kick my ass with first?” She seemed indifferent to the several students who stopped what they were doing to watch, though internally she took note that apparently word had spread about what had happened in the other room.

Alex seemed to look over and see her approaching, he grinned at her as he took a deep breath. I will tell you what we are going to do. We are going to do some simple training exercises for the first three hours, and then.” he would walk over to the wall and grab a sword as he tossed it on the ground. His eyebrows raised at her as he walked in front of her as well. “I’m going to throw punches a certain way, I need you to do the same thing that I am doing, and throw the punches the same way..” he would get into a stance and take a deep breath as he started to throw punch after punch in front of him. It was slow so she could see every inch of his form.

She copied his form as best she could and threw a punch tentatively, then a little more confidently, trying her best to match his pace. After no more than a few seconds, she became irritated at the attention she could feel on her back, but shook her head and tried her best to ignore it. She focused all of her attention on trying to match her teacher’s form as exactingly as she could. Not that that was much.

Alex would stop and say, “Keep going I am going to correct you.” Correcting he did, walking up to her he would stare for a moment before holding a hand out for her to stop and then getting behind her and crouching down so his head was at her level he would gently grab her arm and show her the corrected form, with her own arm doing it. He would take a step back and nod to her to show her she needed to continue.

She corrected her form as best she could, but her inability to actually feel her muscles was beginning to show. No matter how much she tried, she had to correct after every punch, and her patience was flagging, both with herself and with the world that had cursed her to this. And then a laugh from behind her caught her ear and what was left of her patience snapped like a log in a fire. Wheeling around, heedless of whatever reaction Alex had, she snarled into the room, which had mostly gone back to their own business, ”So, think it’s funny? Little girl trying to do big boy martial arts? White girl comes to China, thinks she can fight? Fine, tough guys, let’s see what you got!”

Alex’s eyes would raise as he saw Nicky spin around so quickly. “If that is what you want Nicky, that is permitted here. Just don’t kill anyone or actually try to physically hurt them to the point of not being able to move.” Alex would be grinning, the look on his face said that he expected this at some point. He would start to speak in Chinese to the man he saw laugh, the man couldn’t have been more than 18. He probably had been practicing since he was 12. Alex explained that Nicky wanted to spar, the monk would turn to her and nod, bowing to her before putting his fists up. “Yong Shun, Hǔ shì” he would say declaring his fighting style and name.

”What the hell did he say? You know what, doesn’t matter.” She went through all the motions of cracking her knuckles and popping her neck, although there was no sounds to evidence that it had any effect, and the little curse she uttered belied that she was expecting it to.

The man shuffled into a stance as the mustached instructor motioned everyone else back into a circle, giving instructions in Chinese that Nicky didn’t even bother listening to. All of her focus was on the man in front of her. He looked calm and ready, and for once, that actually gave Nicky pause. If I just rush him, he’s gonna throw me around like a ragdoll. I gotta be smart about this.. She shockingly even bowed to the man, though it was curt and rude, but still something she hadn’t bothered to do up until today. Alex would feel her chi suddenly drop precipitously. She was obviously planning to do this with only her native strength and exceptional endurance.

The man seemed to also sense the drop, but took it as a sign of opening, and as soon as she finished sketching her bow was in the air, driving his knee for her face. She thought she had it easy, leaning back to dodge only to watch his foot snap forward and catch her in the ribs, sliding her a few inches and nearly toppling her. He came up off that move shouting his breaths, fists slamming out in precise motions to hammer into her belly and hip while she was off balance, sending her over her tipping point and onto the floor.

She got up slowly, light dancing in her eyes. This one was taking her more seriously than even Alex had, launching into an attack as soon as she was up to her feet again, relentlessly assaulting her defenses. But it seemed no one had told him of her unique nature. She felt the pressure of blows as if they were sledgehammers, but her guard went up as she had been taught so recently, and now she had the advantage of time. But she didn’t want to wait him out, even though she knew she could. He had laughed at her, and that mean there were lessons to be taught.

During a kick from his right leg, trying to drive up underneath her raised arms, she made the unexpected move of whipping her head forward, slamming into his toes with everything her neck could muster. She missed the end of his foot and for a moment his toes were sliding down her face inside his slippered shoe. Her forehead finally made solid contact with the top of his ankle, and as he pulled it back in reaction, she snatched his ankle with both hands and snapped a kick into the back of his thigh, just below the buttock.

He staggered back, but she wasn’t done. Now that she had the offensive, she wanted to keep it, and she proceeded into the series of spin kicks she had taught herself, only without the chi buildup. Unfortunately for her, this was probably one of the most obvious attacks she could pull, and he easily swept her supporting leg out from underneath her, tossing her into the ground like a toy. As she staggered to get up, the boy lunged forward, slamming both palms into the side of her ribcage with enough force to sound like a gunshot and send her flying across the room to tumble along the floor and bounce off of the wall.

Still, she got up. He looked surprised, as she smiled at him menacingly and stalked forward again. She had dropped out of form and was now moving like a brawler again, accelerating into a run and a diving punch. He shook his head, sidestepped, and delivered a blindingly fast set of three punches to her temple, sending her crashing to the floor again.

This continued on for several more minutes, the boy beginning to look actually tired, before the mustached instructor called a halt. He rattled off something in Chinese to the other students, who answered in a chorus that sounded like a “Yes sir!” to Nicky. Remembering her manners almost too late, she returned the bow the boy had given her, though Alex could see there was still some fury in the back of her eyes as she returned to face him.

Alex would grin at her as he walked forward, “You lost control again, I want you to use that form, the form I just showed you. Against that.” he would point towards a punching bag that seemed to be kind of an older style looking one. If she punched it, it would feel like hitting a bag of rice (Because it was). Alex would walk back over and once again go behind her grabbing at her arms and if she let him and show her the form once more. “Now, go and get your anger out. Five thousand-punches.” he would be grinning at her as he watched her, if she did it he would also be following along with her pace to mimic the form so if she ever needed help she only needed to look at him.

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“Very well. Prepare yourself.” Alex would slowly start to move forward his arms
sliding up and down each other as he sized up his opponent. This man was no joke. Finally someone who would be a challenge, if for nothing other than his sheer strength. Alex decided right then and there, he wouldn’t use any chi. He didn’t want to cheat himself out of a fun time.

In a single moment with one movement he leaped forward feigning a double palm to the chest but instead moved his hands upward to try and get them past his shoulders so if he did he would try to slap both ears with force to cause a loud ringing noise to disorient the man.

The Legate was not so easily tacked down as being simply strong, he was a brutally efficient machine. As fast, as strong, as tough as anyone could conceivably be. A short half-step forward followed by a hard drive of his right heel into the floor, he shot his knee upwards to intercept the man’s chest as he shot forward. Throwing his own body backwards and pulling his head back out of hand’s reach, extending his left arm straight forward to jab through the fully extended arms of the shorter man. An advantage of reach would let his arm reach, if the quick strike was not intercepted.

Alex would feel the knee in his chest, simultaneously as he also felt the jab smash into his face. It wasn’t enough to daze him, he has dealt with worse. But here was a chance. Alex would begin to fall away, while he was he tried to slide his right hand down the man’s arm, if he was able to he would grab at the wrist before the man was able to pull his arm back. That would give Alex the ability to pull the man forward, simultaneously shooting a palm right from the man’s nose to try to push it into his skull.

The hand reached towards his wrist as he withdrew the jab but the Legate’s foot dropped down from its sharp upwards knee, striking down with the full weight of his left heel onto the right foot of the martial artist. Simultaneously he used the leverage of his foot being dropped down to shoot his head back forward and strike at the man’s open palm with the corner of his forehead, redirecting the force and position of the incoming strike to avoid injury to the self and cause a sharp stinging pain to the numerous nerve endings of the hand.

His right arm drew back and his weight pulled into his right foot, as though he were preparing for when he reacted to the stomp.

He would squint in pain as he felt the pain shoot through his arm and his foot. His eyes glanced down to his foot where this man’s foot was still at.He would pull the man’s left arm across his body as to try and position his body sideways so his right arm couldn’t reach him. Meanwhile leaning in and ducking lower he would aim a couple short jabs right at the man’s left iliopsoas muscle at the hip trying to cause him to go off balance by dealing damage to the muscle that connects the femur to the hip.

Using the forward pull of his left arm as a springboard, Legate drove hard down with his left foot again and brought his right knee hard into the forearm of the descending blow. Checking it at the wrist connector with the hard sharp of his leg, as well as pulling his left arm back to reduce the angle at which the oncoming blow could optimize its strike by shifting the positioning of the man’s own body, using his own movement as leverage.

Alex would grunt as his foot would send shockwaves of pain to his brain. But he was already committed to the attack. Continuing with his strike, even with the pain in his forearm from the knee, he would strike at the hip with force, pulling his arm once more forward he would try to use the strike to put the man off balance, so he could elbow the man in his gut, releasing the arm he had a hold of he would shoot his body and his arm straight up as he went to strike a palm into the man’s jaw to try and send him reeling backwards.

With the strike in his leg disorienting his posture the oncoming blow struck true and hard and staggered him back, his foot lifting up and off of Alex’s foot. He jerked his left arm back and pulled himself two steps away, striking himself back up into a proper defensive stance. A little crack in his lips formed where the palm had struck.

When Alex threw the blow the position of his head prevented The Legate from being struck on the jaw, where his head was pulled in and his chin tucked. So where his hand found providence was across the line of his lips, and the crack on his lip seeped a thin trail of light blood.

Alex would straighten his posture back up as he slowly started to walk around the circle his hands up in front of his body. His hands positioned like two C’s as he as well took up a defensive position. He would test The Legate’s reflexes by feigning like he was going for a kick but each time there was no commitment.

Only a moment later though he leapt forward his left hand feigning a shot to the side, but his true target was The Legate’s armpit, hoping to cause the arm to fold. His right hand ready to grab any counterattack coming his way, while his feet stayed slightly away, however with how much taller The Legate was it was hard to keep them too far without missing entirely.

Backing off with stuttering steps, the Legate adjusted his posture and reset his eyeline. He’d drawn back when his head was struck but he recovered now and danced backwards from the feinting blows. It was suspicious when someone withheld power in a blow, Legate spotted this and watched with keen vulturous eyes.

He turned his body away from the strike towards his armpit and lashed out with a quick cheeky jab, nothing too hard but just enough to prod the distance, to push Alex back for a moment and help him retake the flow of the battle.

Alex felt the blow smash into his face, but it was much less powerful than the hits he’d been receiving. Alex would continue his assault, he would jab at The Legate’s right rib cage, trying to deal damage to an important area. At the same time as the punch he would be following up with a palm coming out to make it look like he was going for another body blow. Once again, it was a feint, trying to use his arm as more momentum to help him bring up his foot to try and smash his heel into The Legate’s face with a reverse hook.

Intentionally taking a sharp breath as he pulled back from the blow to the ribs, Legate felt the hand bash into his cage. The force rattled him for a moment and he felt himself go to gasp for breath instinctively, but held in for a moment. He saw the man spin around and bring his leg up hard, aiming to strike the right side of his head with the blunt of his foot. A reverse hook functions as a hammer, to be hit by one would be next to instant unconsciousness. Legate couldn’t afford to hit the mat right now, so he simply wouldn’t.

Raising his right hand up he drove his elbow up and pushed in with his foot, driving the sharp of his elbow up into the path of the oncoming foot. Aiming it directly at the achilles tendon, intending to use the force of his own blow and the movement of the leg to knock it numb with a hard and precise strike.

Alex would grunt in pain as he felt the achilles almost pop. Thankfully he had seen the elbow coming and relaxed the muscle before the elbow would snap it in two. He quickly brought his foot back to the ground as he tried to not waste a moment of movement. He would quickly regain his footing to and within moments of his foot landing would try to spin on it, almost clumsily on the now numbing foot to sweep at The Legate’s left knee with his opposite foot going for a fierce roundhouse kick onto the side of it.

Dropping his left hand down hard, he pulled his right foot back and spun on his hip, pushing down his weight so the incoming blow would strike hard on the hard of his knee. The force of the kick would push him back but once the knee came to a halt his left hand would slip behind it and grip hard on the fabric of his pants leg.

A shock of pain went all the way up his leg as it smashed into the knee. The second though he felt The Legate grab his pant leg he would jump with his other foot, trying to do an Enziguri kick with his heel to the back of The Legate’s head. Alex’s hands shooting down to help catch him before he hit the ground, whether The Legate held on or not.

Legate saw the oncoming kick and shifted his right foot forward, keeping his left foot in place. Using the triangular positioning of his legs as a strong foundation, he pulled himself upright and in doing so brought the leg he held tightly straight upwards. Turning Alex’s body with it and making the man’s leg go low when it would have gone high, slamming the hard of his foot into the blunt space of his shoulder. It would certainly bruise, but would not knock him out like a proper kick to the back of his head would have.

Feeling his leg hit the shoulder, wasn’t quite part of his plan. But his body starting to be pulled straight up from his other leg wasn’t apart of the plan either. The kick not forcing The Legate to release his other leg would be the main problem. He felt his hands against the ground as he tried to wrap his other leg around The Legate’s arm. Tucking his chin and his body he would swing himself toward The Legate while trying to use that as a way to help his legs push The Legate’s body forward, hopefully sending him forward and forcing him to release Alex’s leg.

A proper Hurricanrana requires a bit of backwards momentum, but can be executed if you have sufficient core strength, and Alex certainly had the ability. However, Legate is cruel and exploits the weaknesses of his foes. Alex’s hands on the ground would prove to be the ultimate downfall of his offensive. With one foul and swift movement, Legate lashed out a side kick towards Alex’s exposed wrists with the flat of his foot. Aiming to drop him on his face by knocking him off of his own support.

Alex’s eyes widened as he saw the kick coming towards his wrists. He knew that such a kick would actually break his wrists and do more damage to his face. He couldn’t risk that, he lived to fight, and wasn’t about to let himself be subject to having to sit out for a few months over a little pride. He closed his eyes as he focused the chi that he knew wasn’t his to circulate through his body. The Legate’s kick would find that his arms felt like he had just kicked a steel beam. It still hurt, he could tell with the force being used this man wasn’t looking to just win, no he was looking to hurt. Alex thought for a moment on how much The Legate possibly could have hurt himself from the kick, but he knew there was no reason to focus on it. He brought his free foot back and kicked towards The Legate’s chest with it, that leg also as hard as a steel beam, hoping to deal some damage and force The Legate to think twice about his fighting style.

A jarring shockwave rode up the Legate’s leg as his boot met a steel hard pillar instead of the fluid shock of flesh on flesh. His hand let go of the leg in his surprise. What he’d seen before was now active once again, and the Legate knew that Alex was finally taking him seriously. Before he had any time to pride himself on his success, his foot slammed into his chest and the Legate was sent skidding backwards across the floor. He felt the wind escape from his lungs and he stumbled backwards almost toppling before his feet found grip and he ground to a halt.

The wind was knocked from him and he instinctively wanted to suck air hard to refill his lungs, but he took a slow and long breath through the tube in his mouth. His eyes had closed somewhere between the kick and him coming to a halt, so he opened his eyes slowly to look at Alex’s recovery from his awkward position.

Alex would grin as he felt his leg begin to fall to the ground. He would spin around on his knees to prepare for a counterattack but would take a sigh of relief as The Legate had not quite charged at him yet. Alex would slowly go to his feet putting his feet into a position where they were both facing towards The Legate, one behind the other. Alex’s hands going up as he took a breath and released the old chi, using that constantly would tire him out all too quickly. But he knew he would need to attack with his regular chi.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, his own chi now flowing through his body, he could last much longer on this one. He would feel like the world around him was slowing down. His feet dug into the mat for a moment before he would come right after The Legate moving quickly and without a lost movement as he came up and would try to lead with multiple punches going downwards in a rotating motion towards The Legate’s lower abdomen, trying to bait him in to block low, only to follow up with throwing an elbow right to the side of the right rib.

Taking in a deep breath all the way into his gut, The Legate relaxed his diaphragm so he didn’t suffocate from the shock of being kicked in the chest. He had just relaxed himself when Alex came rushing towards him, Legate was forced into a knee jerk reaction. Quite literally, he drove his foot hard against the mat and extended his right leg entirely backwards. Thrusting his left leg out, driving his knee entirely forward into the path of Alex. Intending to drive him back a few steps.

As well, he pulled his arms in tight and secured his guard fully, pulling his elbows to his sides and tucking his chin behind his fists. Whether or not Alex’s punches came was yet to be seen.

Alex was in a full immersion of his chi, causing everything to seem so slow. He would quickly hop to the side as multiple powerful kicks would come out trying to land on the right leg as long as he could keep away from The Legate’s left leg he should be okay. These kicks were all aimed at different points, one at the hip , one at the side of the knee and the third a powerful one at the ankle to try and make him stumble from being on one foot. Alex’s hands no longer moving but instead would have one above the other infront of his torso as if ready for any attack coming.

Anyone else would have been totally unaware, the speed of his movements had changed and only the mind enhancing drugs of the supersoldier kept his pace. The first kick came out and struck against his hip, his thigh and knee reflexively bent and he pulled himself backwards away from the next two blow. Pushing himself back with his free leg and hopping a few paces away. The hot stinging of where Alex had landed the first kick was a brutal warning that he should avoid being kicked again.

It seemed as though Alex was finally taking this seriously.

Alex would watch as the man jumped away from him, it was his turn to be on the offensive, he felt he was fast enough to actually catch this lumbering man off guard. Not letting The Legate have a moment to rest he would push his foot that was kicking back into the ground and using both legs jump forward. He would try to land inches away from the man as he launched two fists in two directions. His right fist would move upwards at The Legate’s chin, the other at The Legate’s hip. His arms would seem to cross in front of his body, which would show the technique to block his torso while still attacking with force.

Legate checked the chin blow with his elbow, catching the small bones of the hand with the thick hard bones of his arm. The sensitivity of the fingers and the numbness of the elbow made this a good trade, he wouldn’t lose any force behind his punches but Alex would have to retract some so he didn’t break his fingers from repeated stress. His left knee rose up to catch the next strike with another hard bone to make sure Alex lost both trades.

With both blows checked, Legate moved in with a hard right hook to the left side of Alex’s head. Aiming to rattle his brain and rock his world with a hard fisted blow to his brain. Normally he would aim for the chin, but Alex was no fool and he would block a knockout blow. Something like this would be unexpected, since it’s unlikely to knock a man out with a blow to the temple.

Alex would feel the pain of hitting the hard bones go through his hand and up his arm, thankfully he held back some power so his hands didn’t break against this large man’s hard bones. He would continue his attack though. Just have to be faster! He would think to himself suddenly before he watched for the punch coming towards him, a blow to the chin it had to be what he was going for. His arm was beginning to shoot up to block it, but seeing the attack differently as it got closer he would throw his fist at the cubital fossa. He was hoping to stop the damage before it was too much. He was slightly late though feeling the hit to the top of his head he would stagger to the side as he shot a glare at the man.

Jumping forward he wouldn’t want The Legate to have a moment to breath, with his jump he would throw a slight kick out at the man’s ankle on the leg he had been kicking at earlier, hoping to throw The Legate off balance.

The pressure of the blow pushed his arm back and away from the man’s head and a kick was lashed out towards his ankle, but this was the third time he’d tried to take out his ankle and the Legate was prepared. With a slight raise of his foot he stomped down hard on the foot that came towards his ankle, and using the force of the downwards movement and the momentum build up from his arm being pushed back he spun his hips.

Driving hard into the blow he bent his left arm in and aimed a sharp and lethal kind of elbow to the exposed right side of Alex’s head. If it connected fully with a normal man it would shatter the brow and split the skin apart like a knife through paper. Even knowing Alex was superhumanly strong, the Legate was a killing machine, he would tear him apart piece by piece if he had to.

That money blinded him, his reddened face tightened further and his lips sucked in the oxygen through his tube. Every pound of muscular fortitude went into this blow with his elbow, he was making it very clear that he would kill Alex if he didn’t fight back with everything in his power.

Alex would grunt and give a slight cry of pain as his ankle was trapped under The Legate. He saw the elbow coming at his face full force. This is a spar, what does he think he is doing?! would be the first thought through Alex’s mind. He would try to budge for a moment but he would realize it was pointless very quickly. He could channel his chi, but that wouldn’t be enough and he knew it. He would close his eyes and the old chi would enter and go through his entire body. His head would harden and become steel like with its density. If he carried through with the blow he might risk breaking his elbow.

Alex would know he had no choice here. This man wasn’t going to stop, and he was trying to kill him. Instinctively he would shoot a hand towards The Legate’s stomach, and then one to the chin in quick succession. Alex would have his Old Chi flowing through him, each punch would be quicker and even harder than the ones he had felt before and at this range; it could very well be lethal.

Legate felt the hard body beneath his elbow but carried through entirely, the sharp of his elbow cracking but not breaking entirely. The strike to his stomach pushed the wind from his breast and he gasped for air, shutting his eyes for a single moment. Catching him off guard in the moment of his closing eyes, the blow to the chin carried a massive amount of force and it he could feel the bones in his spine begin to decouple.

He needed to act now and drew himself up with the force of the punch, bringing back his right fist with every single pound of force humanly possible. More powerful than a punch from a drugged up gorilla, he was aiming to take the head off of Alex with a single uppercut and finish him now before any further injury could occur.

Alex’s eyes widened, He is really trying to kill me! was his thought. Hardening his arm he would swing his arm down to smash his now, metal like density, of an arm and hand into the wrist of The Legate. If that worked he would follow up with a quick punch to the chest to cause The Legate to stagger. If he did even slightly, Alex would begin to use his rolling punches into the chest of The Legate; each punch would have the old chi backing it, and would feel like steel hitting him in the chest , the punches would move up his chest until finally one full power punch would go straight for his face.

There were several thumping blows, punctuated by repeated cracks, followed by a massive crack and a pop. The Legate’s head spun entirely backwards from the final blow, his neck unable to resist the force of the punch.The crack was his jaw snapping, the pop was his spine bursting, no longer able to withstand the pressure. His face changed for a moment and he dropped to his knees, slumping over on his side and losing the oxygen tank from his back.

It clanged across the floor as it rolled and bounced, and stopped when the tube could extend no more from the Legate’s mouth.

The Legate was dead.

Alex knew there would be a lot of questions, but he had no doubt; he had gotten into a fight for his life. He had to do what he had to do. Anyone watching could have seen that and known that obviously he wasn’t wanting to kill The Legate. But he walked away as people called 911. The waiver would save him from any lawsuits and the cameras with the evidence that he had to defend himself in such way would save him from the police. If not that, his aunt would give him her lawyer, one of the best you could buy. Alex was displeased with the result, an end of a life that didn’t need to end.

Create-a-Hero: High School Edition!

Alex is coming in. Also if I create a character who can't control his powers at times will he get banned?

Honor to the Honorless (An Alternate history, Battletech RP)

@AndyCGreat question, I would allow you to play revised versions, because I will have some of my plot chracters be revised versions. Just let me know who you are choosing beforehand.

Also update: Sorry for no CS yet, I got slammed with work this weekend and haven't had a moment really to do anything.

Honor to the Honorless (Alternative history Battletech RP)

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