<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br/>I had barely stepped out of reach of the officer's when a young and somewhat higher pitched voice called out to me. Displaying the new challenger as a young girl. I stopped in my tracks before I turned around to face her. Then listening to her accent, which from her speech kinda reminded me of a English origin. Finally turning to face her, the woman was rather unremarkable, unimposing and unimpressive in every imaginable way. Her stature was short, even for a woman. She could not have been more than five feet tall, at first almost convincing me to pass her off as nothing more than a child. Her long scarlet red hair, and small frame conflicted with the air and stance of a fighter.<br/><br/>She was not what she seemed to be. And that...meant she could be entertaining. I stretched an arm as I answered her.<br/><br/>"Thats hard to do...especially since I am in a league of my own around here." She was clearly a foreigner, and I doubted she knows who I am. That suited me just fine. My days of being important as a person are over anyways. I spent several moments sizing this girl up. Trying to judge if she was just trying to intimidate me, or if she actually knew what she was doing. But there was something about her, something which convinced me that a fight with her would not be a bullying act. Stepping closer I spoke in a very nonchalant tone as I cracked my fists.<br/><br/>"Let's see if you can relieve my boredom..." I droned as I dove closer to her. Aware of beings called 'Metahumans' and 'Mutants' but having no idea the small girl in front of me had the power to qualify as one. My fists were loaded in front of me cocked just beneath my chin betraying my past as a professional boxer. Throwing two very fast but light right jabs, intended to set her off balance with speed surprising for my height and build. Then, switching up as I feigned with a third right jab I shot forward with a canon of a left punch, packed with enough power to bust a hole into a wall as my reach seemed to provide yet another obstacle for the young challenger.