<span style="color: #FFFF00">Scorpion doubled over, but instead of being out of breath, a cracking sound was heard as if a bone had broken. instead of talking, however, he somehow disappeared in a cloud of fire and reappeared behind Doce. without saying a word, his fist lit up with unholy fire and he punched her hard enough to fling her across the room</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">Doce only really processed that the Scorpion Clone had teleported when she felt herself get hit from behind. The blow felt hotter than she expected and dealt a great deal of force, shooting her across the room. She landed hard on the ground, but Frahlah's muscle memory had her rolling to cushion her blow immediately upon impact. Twisting into a kneeling position she turned to face her opponent. There were flames on his fist. <span style="font-style: italic">Great. A fire-user.</span> Against something like that it was probably better to keep her distance. She held up a hand and summoned a blue and black deck, tossing the cards (except for the Joker, which she tucked safely up her sleeve) into the air. Once airborne, the righted their positions and took off to swirl around the ninja in a typhoon of blades.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Well, the prince shows potential, then!" Sayzel stated. "And why wouldn't she?" the Hellmaster asked the pink haired Espada. "Girls don't usually-" Sayzel began, but stopped when the Hellmaster materialized a death orb. back on the battlefield, Scorpion wasn't looking like he was very likely to come out alive... well as alive as an undead fire wielding ninja could be, anyway. suddenly the entire room pulsed and a massive fire pulse burnt half the cards surrounding him. "Get over here!" he yelled, and what looked like a kunai on the end of a chain shot out of his fist, burying itself in Doce's right shoulder. the chain then retracted and began pulling Doce towards him.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">For a moment, it looked as though the ninja was trapped in the frenzy of paper blades. A confidence boost would be the typical reaction, but Doce was a timid girl stuck in the body of a person who had an inferiority complex. The lag in retaliation had her heart beating faster. Either she was about to win... or something was about to go wrong. A large fire pulse eradicated more than twenty cards, sending them back to Frahlah's soul to recharge, and the heat blast hit her, making Frahlah's bright green eyes water. She held her arms up to protect her face and a sharp pain shot through her. The ninja had stuck a blade through her and was pulling on the chain to drag her to her doom. <span style="font-style: italic">Fuck!</span> Tears welled up in her eyes and it was difficult to retaliate with the pain at the forefront of her mind. She let Frahlah's instinct take over for a moment, dematerializing the blue and black deck and summoning a blue and red one. She held a Queen of spades in front of her which quickly grew until it was about as big as Frahlah, then forced it forward. It collided with the Scorpion clone and forced him back, tearing the kunai our of Doce's shoulder. She screamed in Frahlah's voice and cried a little. She hoped to buy a little time with the shield combo so she could refocus and draw up enough power to hit her max. The sooner this was over, the less injuries she'd acquire.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Do you really want to continue this Sir? She doesn't look like-" Samus started, but was interrupted by Adam "She hasn't been injured bad enough to require med lab attention. Sayzel, raise the difficulty to 9." The room gave out another pulse, and Scorpion drew his twin blades. an oddly familiar "Finish him!" was heard, and he charged at the prince, ready to strike.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">It seemed like she had just enough time to summon up a finishing move--one that abided by the rules of the test. The only question was whether she could actually pull it off. The Supreme King card was capable of commanding anyone, but it took a lot of power and will to bring it out. Doce was a timid, easy-going girl. There were only a few things she was adamant about. She needed something in this situation that would get her fired up--but she couldn't use fear. She was awful in stressful situations. <span style="font-style: italic">Okay, how about this,</span> she thought, <span style="font-style: italic">I'll just go psycho bitch on his ass.</span> All people have good and bad within them. For Doce, who was bipolar, they were very distinct. <span style="font-style: italic">Just for a minute, I'm going to be dominant, like a Prince should be.</span> Behind her, two cards rose out of the floor, both larger than she and emitting a white light. It was the King Joker and the Supreme King. She took one final breath before raising her voice (which she only did in serious situations). "BOW YOU FILTHY HEATHEN!" The Supreme King glowed in response to her command and forced the ninja to obey. His body responded to a will not his own and he collapsed before her. Doce tilted her head to the side, scowling slightly. "Now stay there for the next ten seconds so I can be done with this." While she was waiting, she brought out a third King card; the Ace, and healed her shoulder and scalded back. <span style="font-style: italic">There. There's no need to push myself harder than that,</span> she reasoned, sighing in relief.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Scorpion fell down to his knees and everyone on the outside of the room gasped. "She has that kind of power?" Masahide asked dumbfounded. "How is she controlling him like that? It's got to be a trick!" Dark link scowled. the room made a buzzing sound ten seconds later and Scorpion said "I surrender." Adam gave a nod of approval, then took the intercom mic from Sayzel. "How many people can you do that to at once?" He asked her. "We need to know in order to rank you."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">When Scorpion surrendered Doce's entire body quivered in a terrified relief as she returned to being her usual self. She released the King Cards and they sank back into the ground. She reached up to tug on her hair as was her habit whenever she was very uncomfortable, but Frahlah's hair was too short. She started wringing her hands instead. Questions were asked to her and she collected herself enough to answer. "In theory, the Supreme King card's power of manipulation can be forced upon anyone and everyone within the light it emits. The practicality of it depends on my own willpower, which is, admittedly, a shortcoming of mine. For a brief event, I could cast the hold over close to a hundred people, if I wanted to. For long Duration... closer to ten, probably. If it were just one or two, I could own them indefinitely." She could see that the others had noticed her shaking. "I'm usually a pacifist," she explained. "I'll do whatever I must to get the job done, so my nerves only kick in afterwards.." She watched for confirmation that she could leave the room and joined the others. Or, more accurately, sat against the far wall, clutching her knees to her new chest and biting her lip. <span style="font-style: italic">I'm so stupid. Only getting scared after my life's been spared. I hate fighting.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Adam's expression stayed neutral as he listened to her explanation. "Get out here... Major General Frahlah Tahmir of section 6." Several heads turned. <span style="font-weight: bold">"What?"</span> Samus asked. "Don't you see how bad she's trembling. she isn't Major General material Adam, and you kn-" Adam interrupted her "I've made my decision, Samus. Now then, Doce, you may exit the room"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Major General, huh?</span> she thought. <span style="font-style: italic">That sounds pretty good, based on their reactions... I put a lot of willpower into that. It might be hard to act confident for a while.</span> "Thank you, Sir," she said somewhat quietly to Adam. "I look forward to serving." She probably looked pretty worn out. Well that shouldn't be surprising! The idea of the test <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> to display your maximum power. Every time she fought it seemed like she was using a different one of Frahlah's techniques. She was probably one of the most adaptable xenophobes there was. Well, she'd be fine after a little break <span style="font-style: italic">and some games</span>. A little adrenaline rushed back into her body and she stopped trembling, sitting up straighter. <span style="font-style: italic">Oh my god--! I forgot about that. Do I have Frahlah's game addiction now?</span> Well that was going to be a bump in the road.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://docemoon145.deviantart.com/art/Rankings-420875389?ga_submit_new=10%253A1387505524"><span style="font-weight: bold">((Click for Rankings))</span></a>