<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/>The wrappings of the belt slipped around her fingers.  Nuo had felt the kinetic shift of the belt moving through the air.  Were she blind that energy would have still registered, would still have called out to her amidst the chaos of combat.  Power resonated through the room while her companions fought and moved, while her enemies fought and moved, while she fought and moved.  Like a rolling wave the flow of energy flowed into her body.  Control was required to keep her focus as she came down to the earth once again.  A spin was taken before her legs brushed the floor, energy from her fall dispersed so that her legs could take the pressure without failing.  Those limber limbs folded beneath her so that she neatly sat on the floor, one leg tucked beneath her while the other was cut forward to give her the ability to stand quickly.  Above her the hand bearing the knives was raised while her other was extended outward before her.  Had this been competition she would have lost points for the position of her fingers, but such thoughts were vague at the back of her mind.  Instead the onrushing thrust of a flying battering ram registered louder.<br/><br/>Nuo laid back from there.  Eyes almost closed when the robot passed overhead and she wanted to cry at the brush of heat and metal near her face.  Then the air was clear and her legs were already up to lift her skyward.  Quickly she arched her back amidst the thrust upward so that her legs were underneath her and the strength of her abdomen carried her to standing or nearly so.  Immediately her body crouched down as power laced through the air above.  The smell of burned hair made her angry, but the smile only grew on her lips.  A warning had been called out regarding the creatures in close combat, but Nuo had to see for herself.  From her hand one of Ragnar’s blades emerged, thrown with an echo of power while she turned.  The purpose was meant to scare off the robot but injuring the metal beast would have been just as nice.  When the block was made, she was there.<br/><br/>A small hop brought her to the machine’s reach.  One of Nuo’s hands grabbed its arm, attempting to drag away what was impeding her progress while the other hand came down in a strike from above.  Strength kept the arm in place so that neither worked well.  Disappointment crossed her face until the thing’s arm moved to fling her aside.  Striking the floor, she rolled from another blast of energy only to rise to her feet for another go.  This time her knees bent so that she came into the robot low, one hand coming down to strike the knee.  Monitors showed the power of the strike equal to a professional fighter’s punch though one of much greater size and strength than Nuo matched.  Of course the monitors might also show the pressure on her own body as that collision was of flesh and steel.  A cry of pain laced from her lips before the thing made to stomp on her.  Deftly she veered out of the path, her fists continuing to rain down on the body of the metal robot to no avail.  Each strike sent numbness into her limbs.  Nuo knew when she was beat.<br/><br/>A last effort was given as she leapt upward, though this time her legs curled up under her.  Mere inches from the chest of the robot she pushed forward with her legs as if using the chest to stand upon.  Legs continued to extend, kinetic energy raced through her body to launch her forward and away from the robot.  Physics worked to push on the robot as well.  Nuo raced away from her opponent.<br/><br/>“Not working!”<br/>