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Paradise City, USA - Zìyóu</b><br/><br/>The sun shone brightly, with nary a cloud in the sky: the perfect day to hit the beach: many boys and girls were there, as a matter of fact, enjoying the nice weather and each other's bodies, albeit it was more of a 'look but dont touch' tacit agreement. Certain tourists sometimes did not get the memo and had to learn the hard way the consequences sexual harassment held in this little corner of paradise.<br/><br/>The peace was, however, disturbed by a crash in the streets; a din so loud that it could be heard blocks away and that certainly did not escape the ears of a certain young korean woman. Were she to walk on the street, she would turn quite a few heads: not because of her beauty that, while present, was fairly commonplace in Paradise City. No, the reason she turned heads was because she was one of the most powerful people in the US on a purely physical, fighting level; top five, at the very least. The reason she avoided attention right now was that she'd flown up to the rooftops as soon as she'd gotten out of her civilian disguise. With her hoodie stashed into a duffel bag with her identity-scrambling glasses and scent-covering necklace, Zìyóu collected her aura, formed a protective shield focused a bit more on her face and upper body than the rest of herself, before she picked up speed. A second later, a resounding<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(124, 112, 107)">BOOM</span></b>signaled her breakthrough into supersonic speed.<br/><br/>It took her about five seconds to reach the place, during which the people in the streets could hear the distinctive screech of a flying object travelling in the sky at mach speed; the sound was similar to a fighting jet, but more high pitched and just a bit softer, since Zìyóu had definitely less mass than a plane made out of metal. Gehenna Girl and some of the more ballsy crowd that had remained to deal with or look at the crab-human-hybrid respectively, could see the young korean woman arrive and float around fifteen metres up in the air (50ft more or less). what the flying hero wore, her white blouse all buttoned up paired with a dark blue skirt was considered to be very modest or outright prudish in Paradise City, since the skirt reached her knees and she even wore tight dark blue spats under it. Spats that were paired with an elastic sports bra of the same colour under the blouse.<br/><br/>Looking around, the blue eyes of the young hero fell on the crimson-skinned young woman: Zìyóu smiled a little and waved; raising her voice so Gehenna Girl could hear her, she said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"<b>I'll let you have this one: holler if you need me!</b>"</span>Having said that, though, the diminutive heroine moved next to the crab-guy and batted one of his claws away, since he was about to take a parked harley to throw at the police, who had been bugging him with their blaring sirens and very loud speakers, demanding his immediate surrender. That had probably been the reason for the flying car...