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                                      ❝   They  payin’  ya  for  this  sorta  thing?  ❞

            ❛ what ? ❜     she perks up; long golden locks amiss, messily draped upon her shoulders & back, save for the few stray strands that dangled in her line of sight.  how many were there ?  two, three, four ...    ❛ uh ... there were five. maybe. i think one ran away--- ❜     she feels movement in the cloth gathered in her fist, locked in an iron grip. she remains unmoving, holding the mugger in place, pinned against the wall, squirming & flailing in vain attempts to break free & make his cowardly escape. holding up a finger to the man standing at the opening to the alley, she allows an interruption to their brief conversation.    ❛ --- one sec. ❜     turning to meet one of her ambushers, she offers him a menacing glare of sorts, eyes narrowing, teeth grinding. yang would find her footing and lock in place, swinging forward with force that one would normally only see in superhero movies, or on TV--- more often than not, they had been blown heavily out of proportion, but in comparison to her ... well, there wasn’t much of a difference.  within the minute, he’s knocked unconscious, body falling limp & slumping onto the ground upon yang’s release, finding unwilling refuge next to his equally unconscious friends.  he’s still breathing, of course--- he’s just having a nap.   

      but she isn’t done. after a quick exhale, yang pivots, frame turning to face the man who had rushed in her direction moments prior. calloused digits remain clenched. she wipes off a bit of blood that had managed to trickle it’s way down her lip, before readying yet another combat ready stance.    ❛ you too, huh ? ❜     she dons a hostile expression of sorts--- she means business.   ( & a hint of a smug grin--- she’s confident she’ll win.  )    ❛ it’s kind of funny actually, i think i’ve only got twelve dollars on me. you picked the wrong girl to jump, pal. ❜      she beckons.    ❛ square up. ❜ 

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    “AAAH, CRAAAP!! LOOK OUT BELOOOWWW!!!”

He couldn’t help that he’d been friggin’ ejected from an aircraft against his will. And without so much as a parachute to boot! Now, he plummeted down towards the planet Earth, gravity creating momentum as he picked up speed. Would he survive this fall?