Fateful Meeting [FENG SAGA ] [ST]

Imagine if you would, a family line. A family line that spiraled downward generation to generation. United. Together.

Until a single event divided them into two.

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There she was. That horrible cocky look on her face. The smirk. That hideous artificial red hue, that does not fit her. The power. All of that is intoxicating to see on the screen. That blissful attitude unaware of how deep her family legacy rooted itself. She has no idea. It's pathetic really. Even her skills are pathetic. She's currently struggling against that...against that weird monochrome woman. Such an odd ability. Although perhaps, it's far more acceptable that what she has herself. She narrows her eyes. A black and white, almost sketch like person can be considered normal today compared to what she has. This stupid girl's mutations aren't even visible. Where are they? Her arms? Her legs? The legs are covered up. Far easy to pass off as normal. What was her name? Something Yao. It doesn't matter what her name is. All what matters is she bears the stigma of Yao. That's all what mat-

...Did the announcers on the tv say her name is Feng?

...Are you KIDDING ME, SHE HAS THE SAME NAME AS- THIS IS STUPID! WHY DOES THAT TRAITOR HAS MY NAME AND-

---A few months pass---

Life was stressful these days and there is nothing like a relaxing activity to keep the demons away. Tests, Training, Family, Internships, all of has been wearing Feng down for a while.

How idiotic of her. Why be obsessed over that when she has no idea of what she can do. As the red haired traitor went off on her run, from the distance she watched. Trials and tribulations to obtain the means to arrive here. She was so close. But she cannot do it right now. Far too many witnesses. Far too many people to run around and blabber. That' isn't how a Tao should operate. Oh, she'll prove herself worthy of the name Tao. By removing the next of kin of the wretched Yao with her own hands...legs...whatever.

Move slowly. Act as if you belonged there. Do not stand out. The final part is hard with her eyes. But she manages, keeping a close eye on the red haired fool without being noticed. It's like that idiot's doing half of the work for her, moving herself to a secluded area with no one around. Seriously, who does that? She has been living far too leisurely within Japan. She has no idea how it is like, to be within a world of havoc. To be in a toxic environment within your house walls.

An empty warehouse by the sea, barely touched and used in ages. Perfect. Perhaps she chose this place to be her resting spot on purpose. Perhaps her subconscious guided her there. As she slowly crept up Feng, she notices something...dear god her clothes are horrible. Seriously, with that hue for your hair and that combo...god. She has to end her life soon. She has to by this point.

Assassination does not let you make a noise. You must kill the target in one blow. She readies and slowly bends one of her legs. The pants that covered it show a noticeable mass on the back of the leg, bending to a unhuman degree. A normal leg shouldn't do that. A grasshopper leg, however, does. She launches herself towards Feng. Asssassination means you must kill the target in one blow.

She lands with a huge impact next to Feng. She glares at her. "你好, Feng." She grins as she then uses her grasshopper leg to crotch kick her, turning her body towards Feng to increase the impact.

She's not here to assassinate. She's here to brutalize.

It isn't strange for families to spread out from their country of origin. Several times one side of the family would often head out to another place due to several reasons, like work/finance, the view, new love, anything. 

It's a bit strange for a family as close knit as this one to have split into two. Two siblings, heads of future lines. One left over to the states for a fresh start. The other stayed behind and remained steadfast in their roots. Sooner than later, their ways and methods slowly spiraled further away, where upon in present day they cannot be seen as two sides of the same family legacy.

Her death must have impacted the brothers really hard.

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Her eyestocks shifted towards Feng's direction. Damn it. Goddamn it. Sure, she wanted a fight, but a part of her was annoyed at herself. No, not annoyed. She hated herself for not ending her life right there and right then. But then what would have come out of this? Some police officers walking into a poor victim, suddenly dead without knowing why. She wants the put fear into her. She wants her to suffer. She can't do that with a simple kill. No. She has to do this.

"Oh? You fan." She growls, clearly indicating that no, she is not her biggest fan. Her Japanese is broken but manageable enough to be understood. It's somewhat irritating to see a traitor even abandon her family tongue for something else. If anything, she should be forcing her to speak her language, but she doubts this fool even knows one simple word. "Saw you. Hate you, I." She readies another stance, bending her grasshopper leg for another 'leap.' She grins manically.  "你不配那个名字. 只能叫我 Feng. You understand?" She blasts forward Feng, attempting to do a leg drop on Feng. "Then Fight. Fight, show me POWER!" 

The sudden death of a family member is never good in the long run. Perhaps there is something sad about an elder relative dying after their time comes by. But to see a young sibling, parent, cousin, anyone suddenly die out of nowhere is heartbreaking. Sudden illness, sudden accident, sudden anything. A chance at a bright future, instantly taken away. Horrible cruel reality setting in.

It would be far worse if it was someone who everyone loved. Like say, a sister. If that said sister died, it would cause anyone to fall under despair. If she had siblings, perhaps they would feel devastated due to her death impacting outside events outside of their control. Their family dynamic becoming so negatively affected that it soon drove away the two brothers. One going to the states, the other staying back home.

Interesting that this decision created a more brutal line of assassins.

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Well. Mistake number 2. When you force yourself upon an opponent, you expect three things to come out of it. Either you hit them (the preferred option, clearly), they dodge it, or you get countered. When you hit them hard, the best thing to come out of it is for them to stay on the ground for a long while. When they dodge, you make sure to shorten that distance or use that time to ready up another hit, making sure to utterly obliterate them. When you get countered...not really what you can consider your best moment. If they were here to witness her current state, she would be facing extreme punishment for failing. More and more reason to hate this pathetic excuse of a family offshoot.

Luckily, she can actually talk. Whew. For a second, she thought she would have to resort to more broken Japanese. "Oh? You can actually speak, huh? Well, now look at you, suppose even traitors know the more eloquent tongue." She mockingly says...as she gets her bearings back after being sent towards the wall. She...she got her good. Not gonna lie. She gets her stance ready while 'stumbling' around, moving her feet around while making sure her grasshopper leg doesn't get in the way. "Anyway. As for who I am...hmmmmm..." She grins a bit. "Tao. I am a Tao. A proud family, unlike you Yaos. Normally...we don't really involve ourselves with...fools, such as you." She readies up a running stance, placing her leg on the wall. She stares back at Feng. "But I think this is a special case, especially for a traitor." 

Recoiling off the wall, she rushes even further towards Feng. She's not expecting, however, for her to immediately grind to a halt near her and then slam her fist to the chest. If she attempts to dodge the moment she halts, she'll just jump towards them again and slam her to the ground. 

Ruthless and to the point. A group of contract workers turn killers for the right price. They're not too known, nor do they really have same amount of power as bigger organizations, but in fairness that is how it should be. An assassin mustn't stand out. Nor should they be well known. They must remain in the shadows. Silently removing people depending on the contract. That's how it should be, and how it will be for the end of time. It is the way they have grew up on it. And to see someone, or something abandon that path is nothing short of being a traitor to the legacy of the line of Tao.

All will be eliminated.

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Okay what the hell, she was getting beaten up on TV with moves similar to this by the black and white girl, so why is she reading her moves like an open book? She should be beaten to the ground, with a glimmer of life slowly slipping away! The eyestocked girl is becoming more and more angry as she quickly recovers from being knocked back. She's letting her anger choreograph her moves, allowing them to be read like an open book. It's pretty obvious if you view it from an outside perspective. But would you tell her that right in her face? The only person who can do that is her teacher, and they couple that with a heap of punishment.

She growls a bit and looks at her again. "Oh...wouldn't you like to know." Suppose it's time. Her leg bends back a bit as she taps the floor with it. Even trained eyes can't see this coming. At the very least, most people. Perhaps she can see through it...but then again, that's a risk she's willing to take. "I'll tell you right now. You may need to listen closely though." She readies herself, and as her leg snaps back into position for another dash...

No sound whatsoever.

She blitzed out of Feng's view, with no sound whatsoever coming out of that. The previous times, she let herself talk a lot, and there were the typical sounds heard when you run towards people. But in this case...nothing. She 'reappears' behind Feng, grinding to a halt with still no sound coming out as she proceeds to grab her by the arm and throw her, a small taste of her own medicine. After a small thud was heard, the odd girl grins a bit. "See, easy to understand." She speaks as she proceeds to copy Feng's baji quan pose. "A heavy stance requires a light touch, no?"

Alright. That uh. Hmm.

She wanted to do some stuff. The stuff is that she wanted to shove into her badly bruised body; to prove the tao methods were far more superior than hers. To take and corrupt, to alter and improve. That was the name of the game here. Simple as that: if she were to act like a traitor, then she shall see her traitor's methods used against her.

Now she's doing her stuff....against her.

That's not something that she really wanted to see. She came here to utterly destroy this dumb fool, not to be thrown against a wall over and over again. It's starting to get annoying. And is she faster than her? Wha-what? How was she able to do that naturally? Oh well...she hasn't caught on to that detail yet. Not fully at least. Her speed made the sound come a bit later, a bit too late as she gets what is essentially combo'd into the wall again. Seriously, that kick...if she didn't twist back it would have severely hurt her. That shouldn't be happening to her, it should be happening to that stupid Yao!

She growls a bit more as her grasshopper leg making some noticeable creaks from rubbing on itself, until the noises oddly stifles itself. "You mock me...suppose that's fair enough." She readies herself up. "That's strange. You looked far more weaker on tv than now. Were you actually training? Hah, consider me amused. Consider that the only compliment you'll receive from me, daughter of Xi-Lee, daughter of [insert grandpa's name to edit in later]. No more." She drags her grasshopper leg across the pavement [[OoC link for Ult for reference], making a grinding noise. She then gets up and prepares for another assault. She can go fast, she has some oomph behind that kick, and she can take a throw. So then...time for misdirection. She zips once more, pretty much copying the same move as before. Simple and obvious. It's far too obvious. Clearly she's gonna halt midway, shift her weight to spring herself to the air and do a leg drop from above. Anyone can catch that off guard.

The gift of sound manipulation is always a nice boon to have, especially if you have a loud grating noise coming from your leg grinding onto itself. A grinding noise is heard behind Feng. Come on now, the same trick? Please. However, instead of aiming to the back, she instead silently stops herself, basically catapults herself to Feng's side while she's distracted by the noise, and hit her with a flying side kick with her leg, as it 'locks' up for some classic spring action. Even if Feng manages to block the first hit, she'll have to be quick from the second impact.

The Tao have sources.
The Tao can keep in touch in discreet ways.
The Tao knows their victim.

The Tao can also like...look up personal info online if you search hard enough on social websites...clicking on images and trying hard to read the japanese text...see all of her moments and comments and...lis-isten. To defeat your opponent you must know your opponent, and to make sure that she's actually related to her and not like a weird situation of wrong names or unimportant offshoots. There's this one group with two siblings named Fui and Rai and she doesn't know how or why they're related to her...so this isn't weird. It isn't.

An-anyway, back to uh...beating up this traitor. This traitor with a better life and better family...there we go. Back to being properly motivated.

Glowing eyes, huh? Interesting. Here was someone who clearly doens't want to fight. Someone who is weak enough to let this random stranger mess around with her. The law, right? Is this all because she wants to follow the law? Suppose that's fair: back home there is also a harsh restriction on quirk usage...but in their family line of work, the rules are more like simple suggestions to keep in mind. It's going to backfire on her. She's making it too easy. Sooner or later she's going to break, and she'll find out just how out of place she really is in this world.

She cracks her neck as she readies her leg. No need for jumps, at least not to the sky. She bounces towards Feng, moving side to side with odd noises popping in and fading out, until everything around her becomes fully quiet. She then readies for a side kick, with a loud sound coming in before she hits Feng, hopefully raising her guard.

When you are fighting, never fight. Never treat the battlefield as it were shared. You own it. You control it. And you are the master of it.

But there lies the problem: you cannot thrive in a normal battle. An assassin is never made to fight. You can never thrive in a regular fight. You lack that will and prowess to survive in it. Ironic isn't it. The newer generation by focusing more on quick bouts and simple killing methods are far less skilled when compared to the older one. You understand that, no?

Then you must make sure to never fight. Always end it in one move. Kill or no kill, never allow your mark to stand up after the first and final blow. End it. Remove any chance of victory from it. Understand?

If not, if you let your ego run rampant, you'll never win.

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GODDAMN IT. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. The Tao is slamming her hands on their pavement after that quick and sudden revelation from the previously thought weak Traitor. This...isn't good. This is not good. No. This was not suppose to happen. She was supposed to fall to the ground and then slam her leg over and over on the bruised body, making sure she wouldnt be able to walk for a week! Instead, she just....she played her around like a stupid toy! A doll! How dare she!? How dare she do this!? She's a Tao, damn it! GOD DAMN IT!

She mutes herself, leaving Feng bear witness to a mute girl slamming her fists to the ground while opening her mouth wide and gritting her teeth, with what appears to be sore red. Listen, That kick was...god. That kick was too powerful. She looks at Feng. Is she laughing at her? She is isnt she. She’s mocking her. The Yao is mocking her family line. The traitor has the audacity to kill her honor. She screams at her muted, readying for another air assault as she springs herself backwards, towards the wall. Then kick off the wall and use that boost to go faster. Aim at the neck. This has to work. The silence around her continues.

It probably won’t work.