<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, 10:30AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Athletic Centre Track -> Fountain -> Athletic Centre Track (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hobbit)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rangeroos<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>N/A<hr/><br/>To say that things were moving quick was an understatement.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><sub>[unlike the RP because Rachubka is a stupid face]</sub></span>Friends and alleged foes were flying about on either side of her, fighting each other off for no discernible reason. Well, there were reasons thrown about -<em>You are important, Kara Pennant. I am a part of you and, now united, will be forced to fend off the evi--</em><br/><br/><em>Girl! This is no time to play these games. This is not some fantasy story you've been read when you were a child. Focus.</em>Kara's coach was beginning to get comfortable with its, at the time, joke title that she had given him.<em>Everyone is in danger here - not just us, but all of the defenseless others. It's up to us to keep them from harm.</em><br/><br/>Kara, again, simply nodded in acknowledgement. She didn't normally feel particularly strongly about justice and the well-being of complete strangers but there was no arguing that this was no normal circumstance. It's not every day that students with superhuman strength and agility went out of their way to end her. It's not every day that a giant beast appeared from behind the science building and rounded the corner toward her.<br/><br/>"<strong>What... the fuck... is that!?</strong>" Kara blurted out to no one in particular. Coach was listening, though.<br/><br/><em>After everything that has happened today, you're still asking questions? Now more than ever I need you to be with me, be cognizant of the circumstance. You were chosen...</em>Kara, unconsciously, found her gaze shifting from Bence to Bella, then Vivienne and Jake in the thick of everything, then finally to Ben.<em>They were chosen. I understand completely if you resent me for this but our purpose now is far greater than just PoliSci 1130... They'll be fine.</em><br/><br/>Kara arched her brow at the last point. Who will be fine? Her body moved at the suggestion that she should turn back toward the field. If she was afforded the time to think about her next move, she would have not hesitated in the slightest to rush to her dear friend's aid. Coach was more of a big picture kind of guy, however, and was again showing just how much influence he had and sent her reeling toward the Athletic Centre once again.<br/><br/>Arriving at the original scene of Kara and Vivienne's mess, the blonde had to stutter step to a grinding halt once reaching the middle of the track. She had forgotten for a moment that she was considerably faster than she was just a day ago and had left the others in her dust. What greeted her now at the track was the two girls that she had knocked out earlier, now apparently back in good health.<br/><br/><em>Remember, they're not what they see-</em><br/><br/><em>- Shut up. I get it. They're not... just people. I'm all-in, alright?</em>Kara interrupted, though could sense that Coach was not upset in the slightest.<br/><br/><em>Perfect. Get to it, then.</em>On cue, the two girls rushed at Kara. Despite not talking to each other, it was oddly coordinated, as the two wound up their fists at the same time and leapt at the blonde at the same time. Kara vanished from her standing position, appearing again in the exact same spot that they had stood before the girls attacked.<br/><br/><em>Your wrist - a present.</em>Kara was watching her assailants when Coach brought her attention to her left wrist. She couldn't remember if she actually went through the effort of putting it on earlier this morning but now her activity tracker was clearly worn. The familiar bright, white, dotted numbers weren't on the face of the band, however...<br/><br/>It was all in pink.<br/><br/>Kara was going to remark that getting her own device in a different colour wasn't much of a present, though the two girls had other ideas. The blonde found herself in the midst of a flurry of kicks and punches. She evaded what she could, blocked what she couldn't escape from and ate whatever made it past her heightened reflexes. Where she was fighting earlier at the behest of Coach, Kara now felt more in control and could trust that her movements were truly hers. This revelation culminated in her stepping off of the planted knee of one of her assailants to kick the other in the side of the head, sending her spinning off toward the inside of the track. In the same fluid motion, Kara now sat on the shoulders of her makeshift stepladder, her thighs firmly grasping either side of the bewildered girl's head.<br/><br/>"<strong>All-in,</strong>" Kara repeated aloud before cranking her body in one direction, definitely putting an end to the assault. Before the knees of the once-assailant's body buckled, the blonde disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared again on the synthetic track. She was about to feel really good about herself and how she familiarizing herself with this phenomenon until the Belly-Eye-Thing came into her vision again, towering over most anything between herself and it.<br/><br/><em>How good is your memory? I suppose I'll figure that out after a few goes...</em><br/><br/><em>Wha--? HEY!</em>Kara's arms lurched forward and then crossed at the elbows. The pink font on her activity tracker went from a dull hue to a near blinding pink aura...<br/><br/><em>Time to put the big buy to bed.</em>