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"Show some pride, girl."
Maria grunted, pushing herself to her feet. Her jaw ached, the sensation of having been hit in the teeth with a roundhouse kick continuing to echo through her thick skull. The teacher hadn't bothered with pulling his punches. For days she had been assaulted in the village's gym, and what little offence she could muster had been deftly avoided.
All she had to do to earn the right to actually compete in a scheduled bout was to take the sinewy old man down to the ground. Thus far she'd not come close.
"Do you know who the FUCK I am?" She growled.
"Maria no-name, reject from stupid Mexican sport."
Forward she lunged, and found herself once again lying prone. The blow to the head sent her temporarily to the plane of sleep, and with it came memories. Memories of cackling harpies and the sounds of Shogun's impotent cries. The imminent sense of dread and death as her head was cracked against a steel chair. Fear gripped her as she lay motionless on the floor, even as consciousness returned to her.
For a moment, she considered why she had even bothered becoming a fighter. But that thought was short. She was a motherfucking prodigy, God's Gift.
She staggered to her feet.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?"
