"IS [i]THIS[/i] THE BEST YOU HAVE GOT?"

A heavy body crashed down in the dirt, moaning loudly before rolling over and desperately trying to scramble away. Before the man could get anywhere, however, a booted foot drove into his behind and knocked him over again, face-first this time.

"They say this city has good fighters! They say, 'go to Ominar, Tekla, you will find challenge there!' But all I find-"

The man on the ground flinched as a huge figure loomed over him, wincing before a blow that did not come. Instead, his opponent simply spat, then turned away.

"-IS A BUNCH OF [i]WIMPS![/i]"

The victor stood tall, bunched muscles standing out in the dim light, glaring at the ring of hooting figures around her. By day, this park was a simple gathering place for civilians. By night, it was home to delinquents, street fighters, martial artists looking to prove their worth. A battleground, where the strong and the violent let loose their frustrations upon each other.

Right now, however, none of the watching fighters and low-lifes dared step forward to face her. Six had tried, and six times Tekla had sent them whimpering back to their friends, pissing their pants in fear. Though she was one of the only women present, she stood taller than most, with an imposing figure that seemed at odds with the flowery tattoos covering her arms and the bright pink and blue dyes in her hair. Some had questioned her ability at first, but there were no doubters now.

She still fought unarmed. These boys were [i]weak[/i]. Grunting with disappointment, she spread her arms wide.

"I ask you for the last time! Is there ANYONE here who can give me a [i]FIGHT?[/i]"