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[hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][b]Chinatown, New York City (10:59 PM)[/b][/center]
There’s no more dialogue, no more banter— only the clashing of fists and claws. I’m so involved as my body strikes fast and hard against the creature before me and my adrenaline and excitement feels like it is on fire. I’ve been in distraught combat scenarios before, and whilst I’ve never dealt with something “supernatural” or “mystical” as far as I know I do know about distraught scenarios where I’ve felt overwhelmed. But despite the overwhelming sense of combat before me I don’t feel the fear of death; but maybe that’s because of the taste of combat or the adrenaline of the moment… or even something completely unknown to me. What I do know though is that it is [i]amazing. [/i] I’m so into the moment time has slowed to a crawl for me as the snarling beast fighting me doesn’t scare me anymore… all of it is so instinctive now and it feels like pure bliss. 

The force of the beast hits my body and I feel my body get flung across the rooftop and collide with what must be a smokestack. Normally that would knock the wind out of me, but as my body collides my next response is instant as I jump on to my feet and then back at my enemy with no blaring pain in my body, which is pretty weird and makes no sense. But then again a lot of right now doesn’t make a lot of sense between the enemy coming down on me, the humming feeling in the air, and the whole “ninjas vs demons” kind of appeal to the point I feel like I’m in a old Hong Kong blockbuster from the mid-seventies… or a cartoon from the nineties. I guess I can relate more to the latter than the former. What a stupid thought to be having during a fight...

[color=silver]“Tch. Is that it? Where’s that power you’re supposed to have?! And you think you can defeat Iron Fist?”[/color]

I taunt as a loud ‘SNAP’ leaves the body of my enemy as I throw it down to the floor of the rooftop. There’s a howl of pain that echoes out of their gaping voice but no snarling mention of “the blood of Rand-Kai” for once. Speaking of that, why did it keep referring to Iron Fist as such?

And why does the name sound familiar to me?

[color=slategray][i][b]“YOU DAAAAAAR-”[/b][/i][/color]
[indent][h3]THNK![/h3][/indent]
The beast’s threat is cut short as I throw him into a bundle of the other enemies that had gathered on an adjacent rooftop in front of Iron Fist. I jump over to the rooftop, glaring down as under my mask I’m smirking.

[color=silver]“I dare.”[/color]

Putting my hands on my hips, I get ahead of myself a little bit.

[color=silver]“Give up, yet?”[/color]