Robin Beyond

The young girl who stood inside her High School's Martial Arts club was anything but the image that came to mind when one thought of a Martial artist. She barely stood at 4'9'', and her body was lithe and willowy rather than the strong, solid muscular individuals that dominated the martial arts scene. Still, she wore a well-fitted Gi with the sleeves cut off and a black belt wrapped around her waist, displaying the high level of skill that she possessed. She stood directly in front of a man much larger than herself, who was giving her a death glare for telling him that not only was he horrible at Martial Arts, but that he smelled like a wet dog.

Carrie placed her left fist in her right palm and bowed, never taking her eyes off of her opponent as he stood across from her on the mat. A confident smirk graced her face as she did so, countered by the angry scowl that marred the large brute's face as he shifted into a traditional Karate stance. The young girl, over a foot shorter and much smaller than the large man that she was facing off against, turned her body so that she was facing the man sideways, her feet spread apart and planted in a solid manner. Her left hand and foot led, with her left hand motioning for him in the universal "bring it on" way, and her right arm was tucked in close to her side with her hand closed into a fist.

"Are both fighters ready?" the officiater of the match asked, though he was simply the Hamilton High School Martial Arts Club's Captain, a sixth-level black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Carrie Kelly, the vice-captain, nodded in assent at the same time that the ugly brute that she had managed to piss off did, prompting him to raise one hand. "Begin!" he shouted as he brought the hand down and leaped back away from the combatants.

The larger man let out a war cry and ran forward, thrusting a frying pan-sized palm directly at the spot that Carrie's head occupied... only a single second before it reached her. Within that second she had weaved around the strike and was now inside his reach, giving him a gigantic smile as his face transformed into a look of terror as he realized that he had played into her hands. She curled both hands into a fist with her middle and index knuckles slightly extended before striking his arm in three places with unbelievable speed and precision. The brute's arm went totally limp as the pressure points she struck deadened the appendage, right before she grabbed his arm at his elbow and armpit and used his momentum to toss him over her shoulder. 

The brutish individual slammed onto his back and immediately rolled to his feet, his right arm hanging uselessly at his side as he regarded the girl who had just done what many thought impossible. Carrie stuck out her tongue in a petulant taunt that enraged him, causing him to run at her regardless of his dead arm. She smiled and tossed herself straight backwards when he attempted a roundhouse kick, landing on her shoulder-blades as he was thrown off-balance once more by his huge movements.

The small girl grinned at him again as she coiled up her body and placed her palms on the mat behind her head before kicking out as hard as she could directly at his exposed side, as he was using his left arm for a counter-balance. Her heels dug into his ribs with enough force to send him stumbling away, barely catching himself in time to see her spring back to her feet and come running at him for the first time since the match began. He spun with a backhand aimed at her face, though his injury caused his movements to be just slow enough for her to duck under it before coming up and bringing both of her hands to slap directly on his ears.

The brutish man let out a howl of pain as the sudden increase in pressure strained his sensitive inner ear, causing a small rupture in one of his eardrums that let blood flow out of his ear. Carrie ignored this as she crouched down and performed a sweeping kick, knocking the man's feet out from under him due to his off-balance stance. As soon as he hit the mat she mounted his chest, knees on both of his shoulders as she struck down at his trachea with enough force to crush it completely before stopping just short of it.

"Yield, dog-breath," she said sweetly, still giving him the cocky grin that had graced her face at the beginning of the match. His eyes bugged out at her as his mind tried to come to terms with the fact that this small girl had just absolutely dominated him. It was utterly incomprehensible, but there it was, and he had no choice but to raise his hands above his head in surrender.