<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br/>The overhead blow managed to collapse her, but it was obvious she was still trying to find that balance of force between fighting me and hurting me. Ironically she was far more concerned with my health than I am. Lifting her up, with her still attached to my arm it was almost comical. The small girl was clearly not physically affected by the fight. As I began to mentally piece together her abilities myself. She was a metahuman, that much is certain. But that is a wide category. Can she lift boulders? Destroy buildings? Or wipe out a city? Regardless, its all the same to me. In a contest of strength, I lose.<br/><br/>It's just the world I live in. Where a large street fighter such as myself who has fist fought his way to stardom and nearly prison...can be defeated by a teenage red haired girl weighing roughly 120lbs and by the looks of her floating, can apparently fly. I was starting to see her point, enjoying the fight or not, handled this way it was a waste of time.<br/><br/>Floating there she began to jabber, leaving herself wide open. "Aight, Suppose I best step it up...Yer sure this is what y--" Then without warning I unleashed a single quick blow into her gut, a real cheap shot but...she was just asking for it. I cockily countered her brief speech.<br/><br/>"You may be able to take a hit from a bullet train, but that's no excuse to get sloppy." I quiped in a playful tone. Despite the pain shooting through my body, it was clearI found some level of enjoyment out of this. As if this was a game to me. A game where the points are counted via fractured bones and bruises. As if to illustrate that, the young super blitzted me right in my midsection.<br/><br/>First, it was just a straight level kick which heavily staggered me, ok...thats one thing but the charge where she firmly planted her shoulder right into the same spot as the kick which would had floored my ass immediately but I was staggered just inches away from a brick wall, so her charge just shoved my back violently against it, pinned between herself and a literal hard place as she pummeled my wounded side.<br/><br/>To say the pain was excruciating was an understatement. My teeth were essentially biting bullets to prevent yelling out. One arm was tied up behind me, pressed between my back and the wall. Leaving only one arm to fight her off with. I brought it down on her back like a hammer to no affect, then I tried to slam my knee into her chest with the same results. Finally I was about to try landing a punch to the left side of her face when another voice broke the sounds of our fight.<br/><br/>"ENOUGH!"<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/answers/2298000/2298559_1325299310448.64res_400_300.jpg)</div>The voice belonged to a seventeen year old girl named Rebecca Lin. 'Becca' to her friends. A local third generation chinese american who despite her age was still three inches taller than the red headed powerhouse I was fighting now. With a penchant for following me around. Even being as young and small as she was though she had the effect of calming me down with just a vocal command. In a moment, I stopped struggling and simply made the call. "I give up." I had no interest in being beaten down in front of one of the few friends I have left. As the young fighter slowly loosened her grip on me, perhaps unsure if my forfeit was genuine I finally spoke up again. "I don't think I ever got your name...I'm Daniel." But true to her form, Becca again stepped in. "He's not just Daniel, he's the<em>Centropolis Knight</em>, the best boxer to ever come out of the city. Some say the best since Muhammad Ali. A few years back he even eliminated organized crime in the city with his bare hands. There were others helping him, but he's the best. You just made the best street fighter this town has to offer look like a total fake." If it was not obvious before that she was a fan, it was painfully obvious now.<br/><br/>"Yeah...that..." I mumbled nonchalantly seemingly uninterested in my own story as I rubbed my side. Expecting the girl to not be too impressed either, considering her own ability. I then decided it would probably be better if we tried or introduction again, and alone. "Listen, why don't we go someplace less public. I get the feeling you aren't from around here and it's getting dark." I then cast a playful gaze at Becca. "Probably past your bedtime." I teased. Her face got red as she barked back, it was obvious we interact this way often. "I will be eighteen in three days!" She countered embarrassed. I then ignored the tantrum Becca seemed about to unleash as I addressed the mysterious stranger one more time.<br/><br/>"So, what do you say? Will ya stick around a while? Or are ya just passing through?"