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Yeong-Suk didn't respond to the ninja yankee; hell, she couldn't even [i]hear[/i] what the man had to say. All of her senses were completely out of whack. Something was ringing in her ear, and all the colors of the world (which was only the black her shadow casted on the grey pavement) swirled together into an incomprehensible madness. By the time she managed to even get herself off the ground, all the idiots had already left.

Except for some dumbstruck kid with a phone.

[i]Oh god[/i], the Korean woman cursed at herself, [i]that idiot recorded... shit...[/i]

Wasting no time, a second wind reinvigorated Yeong-Suk charged at the kid, no older than sixteen, and punched him square in the forehead, causing him to release the phone. With one swift motion, she grabbed the idiot by his shirt, keeping him from crashing into the ground himself. Meanwhile, with her free hand, she whipped out her pistol, clicked the safety, and jammed it at the kid's temple.

"You. Didn't. See. Anything," she angrily hissed at the person, jamming a ki-encrusted foot into his phone. The electronics shattered all across the street, completely unrecoverable.

The boy panicked, blurting out a stream of Portuguese that Yeong-Suk couldn't understand. Yet, she could tell from his body language that the kid got the message, so she let him go.

"Go home, kid," she said, retriggering the safety and putting her Baek Du San back into her jacket. She strolled off back towards the arena, groaning the entire way.

There was no way Yeong-Suk was ready for a fight. She looked probably even more disheveled and beaten up than after that time with the android; even her best attempts at trying to straighten her apperance on the way there couldn't betray that she was just involved in a street fight. There really was no time to go back to the hotel and shower; Yeong-Suk was just going to have to deal with the consequences of picking a fight that she honestly shouldn't have.

Judging that there was still a crowd in the lobby when she returned, at least Yeong-Suk wasn't egregiously late returning to the stadium. Still, the time on the clocks said she had to get to the arena very soon if she didn't want to be disqualified. And after the mess that was last round, Yeong-Suk wasn't going to take any chances.

The ravenette went up he receptionist, the same lady as before, and waved.

"You don't look good, miss," the receptionist worriedly pleaded to the Korean woman.

Yeong-Suk gave off a sigh, "What arena?"

The receptionist shook her head. "Two, but-"

Yeong-Suk walked away. That is all she needed to know. No one back home would take failure for an option, especially something as dishonorable as a forfeit. No, she was going to have to fight this one out.

Plus, no one could beat her. [i]Even in this state?[/i] Yes. That last fight was a fluke. It was three versus one, and she was forced by that cursed sword to use a style she wasn't used to. Yeong-Suk fought with her feet, not with her wrists. Whatever this "Brooklyn" fellow could throw at her, it wouldn't be enough.

Soon enough she took the place opposite of Brooklyn, who was very, very clearly a Nomad. Toned muscles, proper attire (not a dress and heels, for god's sake), and most importantly, was radiating blue ki corresponding someone trained in the ways of ki. This was going to be a [i]fight[/i]

However, it seemed a bit odd that her opponent's demeanor screamed that she wasn't taking this all that seriously. While Brooklyn was mixing up her name like most westerners, and blabbering about liking her hat, Yeong-Suk silently took up her Taekwondo stance. The ravenette was here to bash her skull in, not to make small chat.

Still, it only seemed fair that a compliment towards the state was properly responded to.

"One day," Yeong-Suk boasted, "your entire nation will be wearing this hat".

The call for the start of the match bellowed across the stadium, and much like her opponent, the Korean didn't move. Yeong-Suk couldn't help but grin; her opponent was [i]smart[/i]. Brooklyn wasn't rushing into this, but waiting to see and analyze her foe. At least, that was what Yeong-Suk assumed Brooklyn was doing.

Yet, the ravenette knew she could turn this hestitation to her advantage. All it will take is a little patience. She took a step foward, to see how Brooklyn would react, before immediately retreating the foot. Yeong-Suk did this fakeout a few times, until suddenly, one step involved ki in her foot. She slammed it into the ground, causing her signature jagged rocks to erupt straight towards Brooklyn...