Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Feb 25, 2012 13:55:55 GMT -5
A gymnasium is displayed with many overhead lights, giving a daylight setting. Various people of all shapes and sizes were getting into shape, or getting more pumped than average.
An Asian woman with workout attire sits on a bench, with legs opens and elbows rested on her knees. Her head aiming at the ground. With her body being completely soaked in sweat, drips landed on the floor patted in deep blue. Her individual zone caused the popular sounds from the speakers to silence. In her mind were the sounds of a crowd, loudly roaring in celebration. A beautiful feeling it was.
She looks up with a serious expression. Her brown eyes were deep and energetic.
“Well Kat, it seems you and I will be opponents in the upcoming tournament for the People’s Cup. As competitive, yet sadistic and destructive, as you may be, I’ve told you once, and I will tell you again. None of your cruel personalities, and I do mean “personalities”, work on me. The second the bell rings, you will once again witness a woman with more charisma, more dedication, and more agility that even your right pinky could handle.”
She wiped the dripping sweat from her forehead, before standing up to continue on with training, or what caused her blood to boil.
“You can’t take a loss more professionally than you think, or else you wouldn’t have to rely on your fits and your outlandish ability to “reincarnate” to better yourself. Unlike you, the rest of us still take the form of how we’ve always been. We just work harder and harder to reach our goals, and progress as individuals, so instead of starting over, we upgrade. I wouldn’t have been fighting matches after matches, and I wouldn’t have competed for two championships in one night if I wasn’t the type that progressed instead of…..rejuvenating.”
Standing up from the bench, ahe walked towards the punching bag. A sculpted man in plastic, balanced by a base filled with sand. This was where she usually trained to get her arms and legs filled with force and strong impact. She began her first set of kicks, kicking below the torso.
“You may have claws to graze, little kitty, but against a dragon, your odds are lower. Much much lower. These ferocious claws and fangs are deeper, stronger, and sharper than those little nails of yours. They are much more painful than some measly bite on the arm, or more like the back in your case. Forgive me for taking jabs, but I figured…..that would be the more extended version of “You may have started it, but I’m going to finish it” kind of interaction that will all happen in the tournament when I beat you. Let’s just say that you better sharpen your claws and have your fangs ready, because I won’t let you get the best of me that easily.”
“You may have taken your many lives in many forms, including the Blackbird, but this will be your ninth life, incinerated from the dragon’s kiss.”
She made one loud spinning kick to the freestanding punching bag, knocking it over to the ground.
“So be ready to face me at the tournament. No bars. No chairs. Just claws and fangs. Oh, and as we say in the State of Paradise, pomaika’i. That means good fortune to you.”
An Asian woman with workout attire sits on a bench, with legs opens and elbows rested on her knees. Her head aiming at the ground. With her body being completely soaked in sweat, drips landed on the floor patted in deep blue. Her individual zone caused the popular sounds from the speakers to silence. In her mind were the sounds of a crowd, loudly roaring in celebration. A beautiful feeling it was.
She looks up with a serious expression. Her brown eyes were deep and energetic.
“Well Kat, it seems you and I will be opponents in the upcoming tournament for the People’s Cup. As competitive, yet sadistic and destructive, as you may be, I’ve told you once, and I will tell you again. None of your cruel personalities, and I do mean “personalities”, work on me. The second the bell rings, you will once again witness a woman with more charisma, more dedication, and more agility that even your right pinky could handle.”
She wiped the dripping sweat from her forehead, before standing up to continue on with training, or what caused her blood to boil.
“You can’t take a loss more professionally than you think, or else you wouldn’t have to rely on your fits and your outlandish ability to “reincarnate” to better yourself. Unlike you, the rest of us still take the form of how we’ve always been. We just work harder and harder to reach our goals, and progress as individuals, so instead of starting over, we upgrade. I wouldn’t have been fighting matches after matches, and I wouldn’t have competed for two championships in one night if I wasn’t the type that progressed instead of…..rejuvenating.”
Standing up from the bench, ahe walked towards the punching bag. A sculpted man in plastic, balanced by a base filled with sand. This was where she usually trained to get her arms and legs filled with force and strong impact. She began her first set of kicks, kicking below the torso.
“You may have claws to graze, little kitty, but against a dragon, your odds are lower. Much much lower. These ferocious claws and fangs are deeper, stronger, and sharper than those little nails of yours. They are much more painful than some measly bite on the arm, or more like the back in your case. Forgive me for taking jabs, but I figured…..that would be the more extended version of “You may have started it, but I’m going to finish it” kind of interaction that will all happen in the tournament when I beat you. Let’s just say that you better sharpen your claws and have your fangs ready, because I won’t let you get the best of me that easily.”
“You may have taken your many lives in many forms, including the Blackbird, but this will be your ninth life, incinerated from the dragon’s kiss.”
She made one loud spinning kick to the freestanding punching bag, knocking it over to the ground.
“So be ready to face me at the tournament. No bars. No chairs. Just claws and fangs. Oh, and as we say in the State of Paradise, pomaika’i. That means good fortune to you.”