Thunder King

Frustrated, but still enjoying herself, Mali ducked and ran in low, keeping her fist balled up. At the last possible second, she ducked back and brought her knee straight up. A fraction of an inch before impact, she stopped her knee and only lightly tapped him. She gasped for breath. She knew that the only reason she even got this close on him was because he had only just recovered. Any slower, and she knew the feint never would have worked.

Mali grinned in spite of herself. This guy was better than he looked. Instantly, she bent backwards away from the strike. She twisted her body away and, spinning around, brought herself to her normal stance before jumping into the air, coming down with a fierce, overhead elbow.

"Alright." Mali said with a wicked grin. She charged in, eyes sparking with ferocity. She ducked low for just a fraction of a second before straightening up, seeming to bring her elbow down towards Zeke's face. However, before her elbow truly got extended, she suddenly dropped down and brought her right leg swinging across, knowing a sweep wouldn't hurt him.

Mali merely chuckled. She, unlike he, was trying to keep her skills incognito. She didn't need people looking at her weird. Still, this was likely going to be fun. She leaned against one of the ropes and watched him stretch. Of course, his stretch routine was good, solid, and did what it needed to do. That's what she would have expected from someone like him. Still, She wondered, what was going to happen in the ring? Mali nonchalantly tapped the rope. She wasn't getting impatient or bored, she was merely waiting. It was important to stretch.

Mali nodded. "I recently hit a friend too hard during a spar. Kinda freaked me out." Wit that said, she began to shuffle and jog in place, getting her heart rate up a bit, warming up a bit. She was excited. She had no idea how good this guy was, and she was eager to see what he could do. She walked over to the rings, grabbed the ropes to test them, then flipped herself over the ropes and into the ring. "Never been in a ring like this before. Just hop on in when you're ready." She said.

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"Sure, but, I don't go all out in spars. I just don't, okay?" She said, calmly and coolly. She did not want to seem harsh, but after what happened to Shrike, she could never allow herself to do that again, under any circumstances. She would never hurt another friend again. "I pull my punches, I don't hit. We don't need to see how hard we can hit to see how good one another is, right?

"Wake up, eat breakfast, do some stretches and warm-ups. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are about weights, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays are about cardio. After lunch, I start on my katas, work the heavy bag, etc..." She said. "My dad sometimes intervenes and works out with me. He's still got it, too. I have to watch myself." She spotted the same empty ring and had to stifle a grin. She was curious if he had the same thought. Then, she remembered her friend, Shrike, and she stifled that thought. Then again, this guy wasn't a robot, and she learned her lesson after that fiasco. She'd never do that again, ever.

Mali laughed and slapped her forehead. "Name's Mali...'Em' 'A' 'El' 'I'. What's yours?" She asked. She watched his stance. Kung fu wasn't Muay Thai, but it was indeed awesome. She'd seen enough kung fu movies to know that. Obviously, a lot of that stuff was just stunts, but she could tell the difference between the fake and the real. She could ignore that nagging part of her mind that picked the movie apart and enjoy it for what it was; a solid action movie.

"It's all part of the rhythm. Most Muay Thai strikes hit fast and hard, so it's really, really easy to feint..." She brought her elbow out for a split second, fast enough for most fighters to expect to block. Suddenly, however, her right foot came up for a snap kick to the leg of her invisible foe. "For that moment, they go for the wrong block, and you make them pay for it."

Don't know, really. I'd have to think about it. Muay Thai is a style based on lots of knees, elbows and clinches. You hit hard, you hit fast, and you that's pretty much the style." She shrugged. "The stance looks like this." She said. She brought both hands up, fists loose and facing him, elbows near her midsection. She brought one leg up, balancing that leg on the ball of her foot. "It's actually a really, really easy style to spot. Kinda like some styles of Kung Fu. I mean, you see some guy go into mantis, and, well, you know exactly what you're looking at, right?"

"My style is Muay Thai, national sport of Thailand. I'm trying to branch out a bit. Never let another Thai boxer hear this, but I want a bit more variety, like with some grapples and such." "Are you familiar with Muay Thai?" She asked. "I mean, enough to recognize it if you see it?" Technically, she was here to train, but, she could afford to lose a day of training, especially if she ended up comparing notes with someone who used a different style. It could further her education as a fighter. After all, martial arts aren't just of the body, but the mind as well.

"Not really, my dad's been training me since I was a kid. It started with games and such, work out routine to keep me in shape and teach me how to defend myself. When I got serious about the training, so did he. Once I got old enough to regulate my own training, he sorta let me do it myself. He still wakes me up early sometimes to keep my skills sharp, but I know if I ever stopped wanting to do it, he'd let me." She glanced around. "So, what style do you use? I didn't get to see what you could do..."

"Nope, first time ever being in an outside gym. I have most of my stuff at home. I heard this place was opening and decided to check it out." She glanced around the room. "By the way, I know what you did with that bag. You must hit really hard. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She smiled and looked around. "They have a lot of cool equipment here..." She mumbled something about getting a few of the machines for home, but kept it under her breath. She was really, really trying not to act like a rich girl, last thing she needed was attention.

Mali glanced over momentarily and spotted a viciously beaten heavy bag. It's abuser was, apparently, walking away trying to appear innocent. She was confused. Whoever this guy was, he was very, very good. She grinned. Maybe she should go talk to him. See what style he used, if any. If nothing else, talking to another passionate fighter would be really cool. She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder and walked over to him. "Pretty cool place..." She said, nonchalantly as she eyed the various machines and gear around her. This was the perfect place for someone like her, someone who liked to work out and fight.

Within moments, Mali found an open, unused heavy bag that was part of a larger clump. She spotted at least one other person using one, and figured that at this point, it was open to just start using the equipment. She reached into her bag and fetched her hand wraps. She carefully wrapped them around her hands and wrists. She didn't want to trust the floor of the gym to her bare feet, so she switched shoes to a pair of lightweight martial arts slippers, for maximum flexibility, so she could still practice her kicks. She unzipped her hoodie and stuffed into the bag beside her, setting it within reach. There was nothing of value in it, but she still didn't want it getting stolen. She started with a few warm-ups and stretches, having been taught since childhood never to work out before doing so. With that done, she began to work the bag. She was careful not to look too tight or too controlled. If she looked too good, people might notice. She wanted to blend in.

Mali was not stupid. She wasn't especially bright, but she was not stupid. She walked towards the building, having taken the bus. She wasn't going to ride her bike out here, not if she was going to leave outside. Additionally, she dressed inexpensively and discreetly, a black hoodie and jeans. She carried an old, worn out bag filled with gym clothes and other assorted gear. She did not want to be marked as a rich girl, that could be bad, or at least, annoying. She grinned up at the gym. Why not go to a new gym opening? Maybe she could see somebody spar, give her a glimpse of other styles of combat. She kept her head down and walked into the building.

The sudden arrival of the spider startled him, despite him expecting it. Voltage fired off a blast that went wild and failed to hit the spider. He growled, this was going to be quite annoying. He gazed at the spider, indecisive over his next action. He wasn't sure how likely it would be for the spider to hurt the van. All he knew was that he had to find a way to defeat this monstrous thing. He decided not to move, hoping instead that the spider would consider him it's target. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but he absolutely must not let the spider get inside the ambulance.

Voltage rolls initiative, gets a 14! Rolled a 14, Voltage must be worried about the sudden spider

Got an 11 on a notice check If Voltage fails the check, he's going to stay right above the ambulance and watch out, he's pretty sure these webs are here for a reason.

Voltage's head snapped towards the driver. In seconds, he dove to the front of the vehicle to gaze outside, seeing what the driver was seeing. His mind already turned over what the driver could have seen. Spider webs, massive spider webs. Voltage rolled his eyes. "Crap!" He shouted "I gotta go check this out. Driver, uh...might want to stop the van. This could get ugly." He gazed up at the roof. "I'm going to do some pest control." With that, he teleported upwards, past the roof of the van, and well above it. He gazed up at the webs. Where webs are, spiders generally are too. He crossed his arms. This was getting beyond irritating. He was going to shut whoever was doing this down, completely.

"Sorry, but if I can figure out what this device does, I may be able to decipher how to track it back to it's point of origin. If I can deduce a point of origin, I can track down the people responsible and take the fight to them. There!" He fidgeted with the device. He wasn't sure who created it, but it definitely looked pretty advanced. As soon as Spiderbite was safe, he would head out and find those responsible. "I know this won't last that long, but, I'll be ready if they show up." He said. "This man will arrive safely at the next hospital if there's anything I can do about it." Still, he wondered why it was necessary to kill Spiderbite. Did they assume he'd talk? Were they upset with him taking the computer to be repaired?

Yes! Crimson Tiger's hand is so in on this it's not even funny. This is exactly her kind of thing.

Voltage, still maintaining his connection to the internet, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He searched through the internet, sifting through the records of the city like grains of sand. His powerful mind worked over the data, searching for what he was looking for. What could this all mean? He mused over everything, thinking it all through. "Ah, I've found it." He said, to no-one in particular. "Do the computers in here connect to the outer internet? I need to access something I found online." He looked to the teller.