[hr][center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmZmMDAwNi5RMmgxYm1jZ1dXVnZibWNnVTNWci4wAAAAAAAAAAAA/awesome-south-korea.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] [@Mr Allen J] [hr] [i]Gloves,[/i] Yeong-Suk mentally noted to herself as she put on her sleek, black gloves. It was finally time to prove to her handlers that she was ready, ready to fight for the glory of Juche and the Supreme Leader. [i]Hat,[/i] she continued, donning the signature KPA cap. She pulled on her tie one last time, to make it as straight as it possibly could be. As she brushed her skirt, there was only one last item to check off for. She grabbed the pistol off of the table, slammed the magazine into the gun, and cocked the barrel before putting the saftey on. [i]Baek Du San[/i], she finished. Sliding the pistol into her inner jacket pocket, she hoped to the Eternal President that she [i]didn't[/i] have to use the gun at any point in Brazil. Things would have to go really wrong before she would have to shoot at someone, especially at the tournament itself. After the incident in Malaysia, the last thing the North Korean government wanted is to explain another extrajudicial murder on foreign soil. That being said, the slang term for an agent without a gun is "dead", and Yeong-Suk would much rather be alive than dead. The North Korean gracefully but briskly strolled out of the hotel room that she was staying at. Unfortunately, a call back to Pyongyang severely delayed her morning plans, and she was running a bit late to the start of the tournament. All to tell her essentially that the only thing they had for her in regards for a target was a moniker: "O Robô"-- The robot. Either intelligence is acting very incompetently, or central is intentionally holding information as some sort of weird test. At this point, she wasn't really too worried at this point. There was plenty of time to sort out this mess later, all she needed to focus on is winning this tournament. And she needed to get there as quick as possible, too! Yeong-Suk could call for a cab, but she knew that wouldn't be a good idea. The ravenette was hastily taught basic Portuguese phrases right before depature; she wasn't trusting any cabbie to [i]not[/i] rip off this tiny Asian foreigner in weird clothes. Or even worse, bring her to some completely random place on the other side of town because she slurred the wrong word. No, it was better off to go by foot, and she needed to get to the arena [i]yesterday[/i]. [hr] What seemed like an eternity of hurried walking and dodging cars later, Yeong-Suk finally reached the grey stone stadium. The samba dancers have since cleared; likely they were about to watch the fights themselves, or at least entertain the people inside the stadium. The North Korean took a few seconds to readjust her uniform (her handlers demanded she looked immaculate for the cameras; likely they were going to make propaganda back home starring her), before walking in. Yeong-Suk walked up to a bored looking receptionist, clearly not happy with her job. "O que [i]você[/i] quer?" she said in a monotone drag. "I'm Chung Yeong-Suk," the ravenette said, in a heavily Korean-accented Portuguese. "I'm here for my fight." "Oh," the receptionist said in the same monotone, before her eyes widened at a sudden realization. She hurridely dialed a number on a cell phone and talked in an excited Portuguese so fast that Yeong-Suk had no hope of following. A few seconds later, the receptionist said, in English to the ravenette's relief "Just on time. Arena 7. Get there [i]now.[/i]" Yeong-Suk didn't need to be told twice. By the time she was able to take her place, the announcer was already introducing the fight from a central location. Did anyone even notice that she wasn't there? Doesn't matter; she had a job to do, and that job was defeating whatever foe was in her way. Anything else was completely frivolous. The actual stage was completely barren. Nothing but dirt separated Yeong-Suk and her opponent. She stared at the woman in front of her, who was clearly not dressed to fight in any capacity. She let her Cheongug-ui Nun get to work, trying to view how powerful the person in front of her was. However, to Yeong-Suk's shock, she wasn't detecting [i]any[/i] ki from the woman in front of her, not even the trace amount that most people radiate. Either this individual found a way to suppress their ki, or else she's- "A robot..." Yeong-Suk quietly muttered. Immediately after this accusation, a powerful [b]GO[/b] punctuated the crowd. Not wishing to waste any time, the Korean woman quickly did a roundhouse kick in place, using her ki to fire off a sickle-shaped blast towards the oppossing woman. For now, the plan was the same as it was in training: use ki in place of her height. An individual who is displaying no ki is obviously not normal. She wasn't going to approach this [i]thing[/i] until she knew exactly its capabilities were.