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[hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][b]Chinatown, New York City (9:41 PM)[/b][/center]

He’s fast.

I’m [i]faster[/i].

I can feel it and for some reason I’ve never felt an adrenaline rush like the one I’m feeling right now. Maybe it’s all of the hate and anger that is running in my blood or perhaps it’s something else? Everything feels like a blur— my instincts and reflexes exploding in a volcano of energy. His arms try to catch me and I smirk. My brother taught me basic martial arts over the last few years as a precaution; something that I wager helps me when approaching a fight that isn’t so cut-and-dry. I can tell by the way this guy moves he isn’t some dope in a mask though and I know I should be careful but I can’t stop myself and that becomes clear as my feet stop mid charge and rush to an entirely different angle as my head lowers.
[h3][i][indent]RWARGH![/indent][/i][/h3]
I can hear it. I can hear the heartbeat, the rush, the rage… 

The spirit of the tiger.

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Why haven’t I ever felt this before? It's incredible.

[color=seagreen]"What are you doing with that amulet!? How did you come to meddle with the sacred Jade Tiger of K'un-L'un!?" [/color]

He says something, but I can’t hear him. The only sound I want to hear is the sound of bones breaking.