Wayne
nervously brushed the pink fringe out of his eyes. He really needed a haircut.
But he also really needed to focus on what he was doing here. He looked at all
the people staring back at him, regretting his hasty acceptance of his new
position as the volunteer leader. He did have the most experience, he
supposed—most of the people in the room were first-time volunteers—but always
with the heavy lifting. He barely had any idea what he was doing as a leader or
organizer.
“So,
uh, thank you for getting here on time,” he said awkwardly, “I’m Wayne Ko and
I’m—“
“Mighty
Mite,” said a voice from the doorway.
“Huh?”
said Wayne in surprise, turning to the door. He saw a tall, muscular woman with
a smooth sheet of blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. She was dressed in
a ridiculous red, white, and blue jumpsuit with white gloves, leather boots
with a short heel, and a sturdy helmet with blue and red stars.
Or at
least, that’s who everybody else saw. Wayne himself mostly saw the heel of her
boot as she entered the room with a flying kick to his jaw.
Wayne
grunted and staggered back, but he didn’t fall. He glared at the woman, who
grinned back at him. “Heya kid!” she said as if it were just a friendly
introduction, “I’m Thrillseeker! You’ve hear of me, I’m sure.” She twirled and
aimed another kick at Wayne, but he dodged and rolled to the side.
“What
the Hell!?” demanded a man from the group. He struggled for a moment to get up
out of the school desk far too small for him and approached Thrillseeker. “Who the
Hell are you starting a fight with a kid half your size? Leave him alone and
take me on if you want a fight,
bitch!”
Thrillseeker
looked perplexed for a moment, then grinned wickedly. “Is this dude for real?
Sugar, why don’t you just sit back down and watch the show?”
“George,
get back!” agreed a young woman with red hair, reaching out to grab her friend,
“she hurt Wayne!”
“And
that’s why I’m taking her down!” he roared, leaping at Thrillseeker.
“Well
okay then!” she said brightly. She stepped back, easily avoiding George’s
lunge. She clipped him on the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, and
followed up with a mighty kick to his gut that launched him over three rows of
desks.
“George!”
shouted the redhead, running after him while Thrillseeker cackled with glee.
“Sweetie,
you think I was joking when I called him ‘Mighty Mite’? Not like the li’l guy
has a secret identity or nothin’!”
“There
was no reason to do that!” shouted Wayne angrily, moving slowly around his foe
and analyzing her stance.
“What,
I was gonna let him hit me? I’m not a gentle giant like you.” Her face split
into a ridiculous grin again and she howled with laughter: “I guess you’re more
like a gentle gnome, though, huh?”
Mighty
Mite suddenly sprang into the air, catching almost everybody in the room by
surprise. He flipped over Thrillseeker’s head, but as he came down behind her
she had already turned on the spot. Her foot shot up as he came down, missing
him by inches. And then it slammed back down with incredible force in a vicious
axe kick, driving him into the floor so hard that the room shook and he bounced
twice.
“Aw,
Shortstack, you may be strong enough to throw your own body around, but you’re light enough that I can do it too!”
“That’s…
that’s nothing…” said Mighty Mite, wincing as he pushed himself up off the
floor, “compared to how I can toss you around.”
He took
a moment to clear his head as Thrillseeker watched, grinning, then he charged
at her, throwing a wild haymaker.
“Heh,
nice try Pipsqueak!” she crowed, imitating his move and flipping over his own
head, “but that only works if you can actually hit me!” She landed behind him and shoved him forward, adding just
enough force to his already barely-controlled strength that she smashed into
the blackboard. It cracked as his fist plunged through it and straight into the
wall. “And we already know I can both hit and
hurt you.”
Thrillseeker
hit Mighty Mite with several more jabs before he managed to pull his arm loose
without doing further damage to the school wall, although they seemed more
intended to rile him up than to do any real harm. He turned and faced her,
taking a deep breath and raising his arms defensively. He had heard of her. She was perhaps not really a villain, but she was
a braggart who did nothing but show off. She found these challenges for
herself, frequently picking fights with the strongest superheroes around. And
sometimes villains, but she was more careful with them since they were far more
likely to deliver brutal attacks that could cripple or kill. For all of her
boasts, she liked to fight people who she knew would hold back against her.
But
that didn’t change the fact that she did
have the skills to back up the bravado, despite having no powers of her own.
She was right, after all. She had managed to hurt him, which was something that
most people couldn’t do. He was going to have to be careful and focus if he
wanted to win this fight.
He
threw a few tentative jabs of his own, to keep her on guard. He scanned the
people in the room. Thrillseeker was all about showmanship, he knew there had
to be a camera around. Unfortunately, none of them had fled the room. Other
than George and his friend, they all seemed rooted in their seats, staring at
the fight. None of them immediately stood out—and he knew he didn’t have time
to look them over carefully without giving Thrillseeker an opening.
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