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The woman goes silent for a few moments as she regards the two. "I thought he seemed pretty weak. Unharmed after fighting such a brute. I find it hard to believe that you won, though," she stated. She let out a sigh. "You don't seem like the type to be involved with that lot...but I've also learned not to make assumptions on appearances. Your accent isn't from around here either...what brought you out here to fight?" She crossed her arms expectantly, waiting for an answer. It didn't seem like she was willing to let either of the two go until she was satisfied.
Rat didn't respond initially. He groaned in pain again, hand clutching his stomach. From what Jack could see, though, there were no cuts. Simply bruises from a first glance. However, it didn't take long before the reason for his injuries drew his attentions. At the end of the alleyway, there was a lone figure. Short black hair topped two narrow, violet eyes. A black mask hid the rest of the assailant's face, but the figure was clearly female. She wore a jean jacket over a tight, black bodysuit, part of the mask that obscured her face.

"I'd advise you to step away from that man," she stated softly. "He's involved with this city's underworld. He challenged the Iron Giant himself." She looked at the other man passively, betraying no emotion in the little he could see of her face. "You have no need to get involved here, but you'll earn yourself the same treatment if you resist."
As Jack made his way home, it appeared like it would be rather uneventful after the odd occurrences that happened at the fights. The city was a dark place to hang around this late, criminals and filth crawling out to make their killing for the night. It became a very dangerous environment to be out in once the sun went down. Lucky for Jack, though, he seemed to be avoiding that for the most part. Maybe it was because he had won against the champ of the underground fights. Maybe he was just lucky. The more likely answer was that no one cared to steal from a Blight-dweller - what would they have to offer anyway?

Until he cut down an alley to head towards his apartment. Just as he was getting towards a small intersection in the alleyway, a loud crash resounded out of the man's view. A man was thrown into view shortly after, a trash can being kicked into him soon after that. He groaned softly, shoving the trash can off himself.

The weird part was...Jack recognized him. It was Rat. The man who he had saved from a fight with the champ.
Ah, yeah, I agree. We can use any number of Sekirei to start. I could be just starting out with one. Or I could have multiple right off the bat, signifying that I've been doing this for longer. I figured you would have multiple, being hired by the government and all. As for choosing, yeah. We'd just take three random numbers. Maybe we'll keep single digits off limits for now, since they're considered the strongest. I figured only having these few presets originally would help us keep track of it. Figuring out the number for newcomers would be easier since we just need to see who is unnamed yet in our lists.
The loud ruckus could still be heard from the water even as Jack made the swim back. It didn't take long to find a shore he could comfortably exit the water from, but he found someone already waiting for him. It was Will, a black beanie covering his dark brown hair, sunglasses obscuring his blue eyes. The man had dressed nicer than his thuggish counterparts, opting for a button up shirt with jeans. A wide grin came to his face as he saw Jack make it out of the water. How he knew where Jack was going to wash up, though, was a mystery.

"Awesome match," he complimented. "As promised, your half of the prize money." He tossed a rather large stack of money to him, letting him catch it and count through it. It was a lot of big bills. All in all, there had to be at least a few thousand in that stack alone. "Unfortunately, that won't work again. You've increased your rep with them. The betting will be in your favor if you fight again. Might double the money I put down, but this was 1 to 100 odds, at least." He paused a moment, considering the man for a moment before nodding. "Well, guess our business is done. Careful around your neighborhood, you might get scouted after that display. I really recommend that new lock."

Will turned to walk away, not even acknowledging the strange events surrounding that fight.
Alright. So we want a list of the originals? Do you want to have an empty list or start off with all the characters listed out? I figured we could have a list from 1 to whatever is on that first ship. Say my Sekirei are #1, #10, and #23. Those three would have names listed next to them and maybe a link to the profile itself for them. The others would simply be "???" until we meet them. That'll help us keep track of who's been introduced and what numbers are unused. Figured, if we use that format, one of us lists the copies and the other lists the originals. What do you think?
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The giant's eyes widened in shock at the move, tumbling over as his leg was caught. He crashed into the board, starting to fall straight through to the concrete below, but he pivoted his body to face Jack. His hand came up to catch the boy's leg...but a vision shot through his mind just before it happened. With a pivot of his own, Jack managed to grab the man's wrist and continue his trajectory into the man's face. The man's eyes widened in shock just before it happened, the knee finding the softer flesh. It was still harder than it should have been, but not the iron hard mass that he had been met with before.

The Iron Giant toppled to the ground, Jack coming down on top of him. The man didn't move, though. He was out cold.

"W-Winner...uh...Iron Man?" the announcer piped up reluctantly, the harsh hush almost deafening throughout the warehouse. After a few moments, though, as this announcement was made...cheers erupted. It seemed there was someone who could topple the champion of their games.
The Giant stumbled backwards, eyes widening in shock from the blow. His knees started to buckle, but the man caught himself before he could fall. The second blow struck his face, jerking him up before forcing him to stumble back again. The crowds were silent. The champion was being beaten back by a new guy who seemed to barely be able to fight.

He wasn't done, though. The man straightened up, gritting his teeth as he looked to his opponent. "No more playing around then. I'll show you what you've gotten yourself into, punk," he growled, lowering his shoulders before shooting towards him. The man was surprisingly quick for his size.

In that instant, the images came again and Jack was able to move as the visions came this time. The champ shot his arm out, trying to punch Jack. The boy was able to sidestep that, twisting around it before launching himself up with surprising ease to avoid the second hand from catching him. With a quick twist, his heel came down on the man's face...only to be met with what felt like a wall of sheer stone. Immovable. Powerful. It stung like a bitch too. The visions stopped at that moment and the man's fist came barreling into Jack's side.

No, that didn't feel like stone at all. It was more like...metal. Iron. The blow sent the challenger toppling to the ground, his ribs feeling like it would break with the next strike, if it hadn't already.
The crowds continue to laugh and make light of the young man fighting their champion. This puny newbie was supposed to fight a man as massive as the Iron Giant? It was laughable. However, the din quieted as the blow hit. The Iron Giant was jerked back. He caught his feet beneath him before he crashed off the stage, but he still stumbled back a few steps. Blood leaked from his jaw slightly and a large hand came up to wipe it away, looking at the blood in shock.

"Quite the blow, boy," he murmured. "Now. It's my turn." He began to walk towards the prone man, raising both fists over his head, preparing to slam the boy straight through the particle board and onto the concrete below it. However, that's when the strange sensation hit again.

He saw the man bring his fists down, his body moving on instinct as he forced his knee out of the board. He watched himself roll backward, going under the swinging arms to plant a kick on the man's stomach, angled upwards. His other boot still had its spring, letting it bounce and increasing the blow of his kick. This also would allow him to spring himself forward, flipping away from the man he was fighting.

And then he was back in his same position, just managing to get his knee out of the board as the champ lifted his hands to smash down on his challenger.
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