<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room! Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone in attendance<br/><br/>When Nuo landed her feet were ready for movement.  At a run she meets the floor though she did not stay grounded for long.  Instead she simply leapt upward so she would not fight her own momentum.  The lithe body twisted in midair so that she turned to face her previous target.  Sparks and smoke lifted up from where Wolverine had taken apart the bot and his commanding shout had her moving before she realized what she was doing.  Blades flew from her hands, a simple pair that rippled the air as they passed.  Kinetic energy flowed in their wake, bleeding out with speed and ferocity.  When these blades found their home there would be a near explosion of the power resonating from her body.  Such force took a toll on her as she landed meekly.  A quick step back turned into a simply cartwheel with no hands brushing the floor.<br/><br/>Exasperated she turned toward the newest threat.  Dr. Doom himself had made an entrance barely noticed by the youthful girl.  Nuo could feel the shiver of fear running wisely down her spine but amidst the sensation was also the desire to test herself, to compete.  Nuo set off at a run toward the outreached hand of Doom.  Her eyes registered the bolt flying from his palm to strike Vektor.  Fists clenched while she ran, teeth pressed together in a feral snarl when the beams lanced toward Astraflare next.  Then the ground was a memory as she flung herself against the figure.  A smile registered at the last moment, her body turning sharply.  One leg lifted upward to the ceiling while the other tucked down beneath her.  When the motion was complete that leg, brought almost to the point of a split came rushing past so that her heel feel across the face of the mechanical figure.  Pain shot up her leg, barely registered by the adrenaline coursing through her brain.  Once her foot made contact, the other lashed out to push him back.  Nuo came crashing down onto her back, her head tucked forward to keep from bashing her skull on the floor.  Legs instantly came up to bring her back to her feet again, but this time her motion brought her straight into the grip of her enemy.<br/><br/>Fingers closed around her throat and panic set in as he lifted her up from the floor.  A once graceful woman now thrashed and kicked like a choking cat.  Hands instinctively moved to the hand grasped her throat, taking away her air as he pulled her upward as if to hang her.  Eyes widened with fear at the prospect of this slow lapse into nothing.  Legs kicked at him but failed to make their mark, her brain struggled for the calm place of retreat.  Images flashed before her eyes of the circus, of the man who had taught her to use her skills hard won at school in a fight.  Nuo tried to gulp but could not make the bolus reach her stomach.  Tricks of breathing to control her fear failed as she could hardly breathe with those fingers on her.  This was the crucial difference of a veteran and a novice, where fear took hold and the mind ceased to function.<br/>