<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br/>In every fight, there is usually a moment where one realizes too late...that they fucked up. That the one they were fighting was way beyond their own limits. When that realization inevitably hits, it's usually met with instinctual fear and a escape plan. Fights are rarely between equals. In most cases, someone is almost always obviously outmatched. Thats why the average street fight on average lasts about four seconds. I was now at that moment, or I should have been, if I did not find the prospect of fighting someone classified as a metahuman. A being potentially capable of killing me in a single blow absolutely exhilarating. I knew it from the moment my left hook connected to her cheek. From the way she fell, no leaned backwards with the blow, to how she stood herself back up without so much a flinch, groan or yelp. The only evidence I hit her at all was a slight red mark as if I had lightly smacked her with an open hand. Her whole reaction was controlled, not the reaction of a young woman who tanked a hit which would drop any grown man.<br/><br/>Did I hurt her?<em>Hell, I did not even knock her off balance.</em><br/><br/>Her next movement was something I was not expecting. Bringing both feet together she bowed as if this was a formal sparing lesson. Then, she verbalized what I already knew by now. That she would not go down with a single punch from me like most men, and likely, not at all. I straightened up and looked down at her, rubbing my fist.<br/><br/>"Ya know. I haven't been the underdog since grade school. It's been so long I almost forgot what it felt like. To fight someone way out of my league. And your still holding back..." I then resumed into a fighting position, leaning forward once more like a boxer. Bouncing lightly on my feet. "I will hand it to ya, your certainly not boring." And just like that the fight was back on. She struck first, a quick precise strike right on my center chest. It was roughly equal to the force I inflicted upon her, the only difference was, that I am no 'super'.<br/><br/>The strike knock me back about two paces, and after a moment I was back in play. Dancing around her, launching a volley of fast paced jabs and punches which she blocked and redirected rather quickly and easily. But my stamina was still sound, as a fighter I have great power. I have even greater speed. But my greatest ability is neither of those. Rather it's an almost inhuman stamina and endurance. Without which I never would have been able to fight long enough to brawl my way through the streets as a Outrider vigilante. I have always been able to fight on long past most others would exhaust themselves. The small red haird girl then landed another strike, this one on my ribs makind a audible cracking sound.<br/><br/>Despite fracturing the rib, and once more attempting to talk me down, I made little to no physical indication of pain. In fact, I had barely slowed down at all "Come on, lighten up will ya! You act like your not having any fun at all!" I did know however I would need to change tactics. Using my superior size, this time I surged forward with a powerful overhead strike. Hoping that her shorter stature would make it more difficult to block an overhead attack. "Besides..." I droned on. "What are you worried about?<em>You</em>obviously are not getting hurt." Two things were now certain.<br/><br/>The first, was that I am going to lose this fight.<br/><br/>The second?<br/><br/>Well, I simply don't care.