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[hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][b]Chinatown, New York City (10:24 PM)[/b][/center]
[color=seagreen]"Don't let their weapons touch you, and if you can try and take one...well, I think they're still alive but anyway try and capture o-"[/color]

You would think I would be excited to be face to face with my enemy, the ones who had done me wrong and stained my heart with blood and darkness. But despite the hate I feel, I look to them and I feel uneasy as if my desires to find answers and track them down are thrown out the window completely. I never thought I’d feel fear again, and not at the people who I wanted to be at the end of my hands as I tore their limbs from their corpse. But that vicious zeal was muted as I looked on at the hollow men who surrounded me and my newfound ally as my ears picked up a chant they began to whisper in unison which only made me all the more nervous. I haven’t felt this disarmed and weak in such a long time and none of us had even entered combat yet. Was I so eager to discover this enemy to only stumble over my own feet like a terrified child? 

No.

My hands move out in a defensive stance as my brows narrow. I would not become like a deer caught in the headlights— I would not cower in terror and lose my resolve.

[color=slategray]"[b]RRRRRRRRRRAAND'KAI![/b] We have hunted you Rrrand'Kai, acrrross the yearrrrs, acrrross this city, acrrross the worrrlds! We will DRRRRINK your life's blood as We drrrrank your Motherrr's. Then, this agonizing existence will end. Khan has prrromised us this." [/color]

I step back and my eyes dart to the new voice. That’s when I notice Iron Fist’s inaction as he froze as a living nightmare revealed itself to us— I, apparently, am not the only one to consider pausing in unease as the growls of another enemy zipped past the dead-eyed cultists and flung itself towards Iron Fist, an action that had caught him as a deer in the headlights. I can only imagine how bad this could have been had I also stalled in my actions and let fear take me as well. 

[i]Damn it.[/i]

I can feel the power of my amulet; I can feel my instincts charged with energy— and before I know it I throw myself at Iron Fist as I take both of us off the current rooftop and to another as the creature that snarled at him missed its vicious attack. I can hear it snarl in anger and I can feel the cultists growing closer despite the action. Were we overwhelmed or had we just stumbled as fear from our past came knocking at our door?

As my feet stomp down on the new rooftop I have just landed on, I release my hold of Iron Fist as I hope he snaps back to reality.

[color=silver]“The night’s young, but let’s not go to sleep just yet.”[/color] I tell him as I look back at both of our enemies.

I can feel my adrenaline coming back to ‘normal’ as the rush of the dangerous battle brings me back to The Bronx even though I’m still standing in Chinatown. Before Iron Fist can state a reply I feel my body fling myself back into the fray and at the more immediate threat: the silver [i]thing[/i]. To anyone looking at the battle with their own eyes… this must look like two glimmers of silver zipping across the roofs of Chinatown as animalistic sounds echo in the moonlight. That’s what it[i] feels[/i] like to me and I’m in the thick of it as my body reacts to the aggravated snarls that are more than annoyed that I have stopped them from having their feast that was promised to them.

I’m not scared.

I won’t be scared.

[b][color=silver]“Dinner is canceled.”[/color][/b] I growl right back at whatever I was fighting.