<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Athletic Centre Track<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Bence<hr/><br/>Vivienne's yelling and unnecessarily mean chirp went ignored by Kara. The blonde had sweet few seconds to figure out exactly how she was going to move her body in such a way that would give her friend the freedom she so desperately desired while helping herself get up, too. A swift foot to Vivienne's face made the choice easy - her friend rolling away from the force of the impact.<br/><br/>Kara's head turned to the direction of the assailant only to find that another girl had her in line for a beautifully executed soccer kick. As best as she could given the time, the grounded girl braced for the strike, bringing her arm down to her side while her eyes were squeezed shut.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Don't mind me, dear! We'll just be moving along this way.</span></em>The voice was new; completely different from the ones she heard earlier by the fountain. It was whimsical and ultimately very masculine; it reminded her of a coach that she had in her youth. She felt that she could be scolded one minute but then completely nurtured and encouraged the next by it. The warm, fuzzy feeling was as fleeting as her movements, however, as Kara found herself a few meters away from the pink-clad girl completely upright and mildly disoriented.<br/><br/><em>What the fuck?</em>Kara repeated to herself, not even considering that she could be talking to the voice from earlier or even Vivienne.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Now, now. No need to curse. Think of this as an exercise. One you have absolutely no say in as far as I'm concerned.</span></em>The voice, now far more pretentious and cocky, was not doing Kara any favours by explaining things.<br/><br/><em>What are you? What is happening!?</em>The blonde lifted her hands above her chest, wiggling her fingers about before making two fists. Things seemed to be in working order, save for the incredibly sudden escape from certain pain and a proper, upright perspective of things.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There is no time for this, girl. You should not be forgetting about our friends over there, nor Vivienne.</span></em>Kara arched a brow at the mention of her teammate. Was this thing in her head, like, REALLY in her head? Is it swimming around the pools of her memories and emotions, drawing out what it needs to thrive?<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">You've gone and done it again. Here we go!</span></em><br/><br/>The girl in pink had followed her missed kick with a flying punch after closing the distance between herself and Kara. The closed fist of the girl was the last thing Kara saw before suddenly feeling her body lurch to the side and crouch to barely avoid the blow.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There. Be a dear and give her a few presents for me.</span></em>Kara's newfound conscience seemed to have a penchant for violence. The moral decision to lash out at this new girl didn't even occur to the blonde as her own fists jabbed ahead and into the pink-clad girl's side. A left, a right, another left and finally a heavy right hook would have sent anyone to bed, though in this case the girl just spun spectacularly in the air, horizontal no less, and landed crouched on her knees and hands. She gave out a low, heavy growl that was incredibly out of place for someone her size.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Well... that was a good effort. It looks as though we need to find another gear, however. Are you with me?</span></em><br/><br/>Kara simply nodded in response, not knowing what else to really do in this incredibly foreign circumstance. She could suddenly complete a lap in no time at all, read the thoughts of five other people and have her body whisked this way and that at the whim of some benevolent stranger. A subtle nod was a gracious response, all considered. Especially as she was staring down some girl who decided that she wanted the blonde's head on a platter.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Good. Now follow my lead.</span></em>Kara raised her fists again, her feet shifting underneath her into a lower stance. Her body and mind moved as she wanted it to, though she hadn't been in a fight even once in her life to know how to really be prepared for anything coming at her. This conscience wasn't half bad in a situation like this.<br/><br/>"<strong>What do you want!?</strong>" Kara shouted at the girl. Her only response was the other woman kicking up dirt while dashing toward her. "<strong>I swear you better not be Bence's girlfriend - I'll kick his ass, too!</strong>"<br/><br/>Another fist flew at Kara's fist, though her body moved to grab it with her own hand rather than dodging it outright. The blonde finally felt just how strong and merciless her assailant was. Grasping the oncoming fist firmly, Kara's hand pushed it to the side to open up the body of her attacker. She landed a few strikes on the girl's torso before the other girl mustered the strength to lunge at her. Before Kara could even think to block or evade the blow, she was a few feet behind the other girl.<br/><br/>The sensation of whizzing into open space was starting to become draining to Kara. Her head spun, trying to reorient itself. Was the athletic centre on her left or her right? Vivienne behind her still? Was she even alright? The blonde brought the back of her left hand to her head in an effort to realign the world. The brief rest didn't last - Kara went crashing to the ground following what she could only guess was a dropkick to her chest. A weight was now firmly on top of her and with eyes now wide open, she anticipated a hail of punches. With inexplicable speed, Kara moved out of her position and behind the pink-clad girl, wrapping her arms around her neck in an effort to subdue her. The assailant stood up, using tremendous strength, and leapt backward onto the ground to free herself. Kara simply let go and appeared above her attacker, trading spaces from mere moments ago.<br/><br/>Kara struck out furiously from her position of strength, landing blow after blow like it was going to solve the number of mysteries that presented themselves to her today. She didn't pause to think about whether this was right or wrong, if Vivienne was faring any better or if this girl really was Bence's girlfriend and Kara was going to get in deep trouble with him after this.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">This is not what it appears to be - have no reservations.</span></em>The voice spoke out again, its words and no doubt ability to dictate her movements having a strong influence on her actions.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">You can't let them have you.</span></em><br/><br/>Landing a blow that seemingly put an end to the other girl's resistance, Kara continued her conversation.<em>What are you talking about!? What did she want? Who are they? I need answers!</em>Those answers would have to wait. The commotion that Vivienne was causing and even more disturbances from the direction of the dorms, fountain, and the university shop took over her senses. It only raised more questions. Were the other telepaths in danger? Was there more of these guys? Kara shook her head to straighten out her mind - finding Vivienne came first.