Ally watched as the large convict sauntered his way towards her.  She tried not to pay attention to the mount of lard protruding from underneath his shirt, but couldn't help but sneak a peek.  Exercise was a very big part of her life and she couldn't imagine gaining so much weight.  Then the whispers came.  Initially, she couldn't understand them, but they sent shivers up her spine.

That was when the second, intelligible whisper came.  She was about to respond, but her balance flew to pieces when the jumbled whispers began.  Her knees buckled and she began to fall.  Quickly, she stuck her arm out and scraped her fingertips along the floor, allowing her to keep some balance.  As she tried to stand up straight again, the fat convict began to sprint towards her, creating rippling vibrations through the ground with every step.  This didn't help her balance at all, and she wasn't clear-minded enough to go titanium.  His fist landed straight into her chest, sending flying back.

Her back slammed hard against the ground, sending all of her air out of her lungs.  A pain radiated through her chest.  Though she knew he hadn't broken anything, she knew, somewhere deep in her gut, that this man was largely holding back.  She regained her senses, and some breath, and was able to stand again.  She quickly went into a loose fighting stance, not wanting to become too stiff.  This man was too strong- she would either have to dodge him altogether or go metal.

This was when "Predator Percy" stood.  Just the name was enough to creep someone out, especially a younger woman.  "Suddenly I wish I hit you a lot harder," Ally told the man.  Why did she hold back?  If he was so willing to hurt her, and if he was a convict, he probably hurt many, many people.  A strong feeling of stupidity washed over her, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Then he began to scratch at his head.  Originally the woman attributed this to a form of insanity, but then his scalp began to peel away.  Her jaw dropped, but she kept her focus.  She didn't want to take another hit from the heavy convict, at least not in her human form.  His head began to peel back and to the ground until he lifted it.  What Ally could only describe as a demon popped out of his head, and she was terrified.  Humans usually didn't scare her, but this definitely wasn't a human.  The demon looked at her, and fear rippled throughout her body.  The sharp-looking claws worried her.  If this was indeed a demon, she couldn't count on normal laws and physics to apply to it.

The demon launched at her and she immediately went full titanium.  She couldn't be sure the claws wouldn't tear through her now titanium body, so she quickly rolled to the side, rather sloppily.  Though she had practiced being in her titanium state quite a bit, she lacked practicing movement and fighting in this form.  She turned back around to face the demon, not willing to withdraw from her metal form.  Her eyes shifted between the three beings in front of her.  She couldn't take all three on at once.

She focused her thoughts on the demon.  She particularly wasn't fond of the supernatural like this.  If it was a demon like she thought, she wasn't within the power to extinguish it.  If it was simply a monster, she still wasn't sure how to beat it, and figured brute force might be her best bet.

Ally then refocused on Percy.  He just expelled this creature from his head.  Could he be weakened?  Perhaps his physical form was connected to the demon, especially since it appeared from his head.  [i]This might not be the smartest idea, but it's my best bet,[/i] Ally thought.  She took a deep breath and charged for Percy.  Once she felt she was close enough, she jumped and kicked out, hoping hit his head and knock him back onto the ground.