"Now, point to who the third-ranked is, Where is he at?"

"Fine, I'll tell you but if you start anything I'm gone. She, is right over there. The one in the corner."

"Her?"

"Yes, her."

"She must have a strong ability then." Looking at her, thin arms, thin legs, thin everything. With a body like hers, she would have to have a strong ability to be number 3. She looks like any normal skinny girl. With her long brown hair in a ponytail, she seemed to be doing, yoga?

"I wouldn't count her out physically just because she isn't as big as Red."

"So she doesn't have a strong ability?"

"I didn't say that. From what I have heard about her ability, you can't touch her."

"So she's fast."

"No, I didn't mean you wouldn't be able to touch her, I meant you don't want to."

"Why is that?"

"No one knows how it works, but, once you touch her it's her game. Your hand might go numb, your skin might turn red and blister, or you might feel like someone set it on fire. No one understands how her ability works, but we definitely know the consequences of it. Eventually, you'll lose all your strength and collapse."

"I have to touch her though. How the fuck am I supposed to fight someone if I can't touch them?"

"And therein lies the problem with her. Some people have been able to get in a good first hit but they all fall not long after. The only people who have beaten her have knocked her out with that first hit, but the crazy thing is they still succumb to her ability somehow, even while she's unconscious."

"Well, I think that's doable. Why were you so worried about her, this doesn't seem so bad?"

"That's because those are the lucky ones. If she doesn't like you for some reason, she'll attack you while you're growing weaker. With every attack the longer the effects of her ability last. Some of her opponents have had to be put in a medically induced coma until the effects wear off."

So if you touch her, you're fucked, if she touches you, you're really fucked. How bad can it be though? How much time do you have after you touch her before it kicks in?

"Has Jason fought her?"

"Yes and no. She challenged him and I'm sure if he could have he would've turned it down, but since he couldn't at the time they ended up getting in the ring with each other. That's about all they did though, Jason didn't even try to attack her, and she couldn't touch Jason so after refusing to engage her the match was considered a forfeit on Jason's part."

Yeah, that sounds like something that bastard would do. I'm sure word had already gotten to him about her ability by the time she challenged him. So all I have is second-hand experience of her ability to go on. There's nothing I can really train for to make my odds better against her, so...

I could hear Wayne's quiet yells from behind me, "TOM, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-"

He needs to chill out and have a little trust. I told him I wasn't planning on starting anything, and I'm not, I just want to talk to her. Getting a little closer to her let me see that she is sort of pretty. She's thin but toned. She's on the taller side which probably makes her look skinnier than she actually is, but it also gives her long legs. They aren't comparable to Red's thick legs but I would be lying if I didn't say they have their own appeal. Her leg stretched out behind her as she held a lunge while twisting her body to one side, away from me. She hadn't noticed me yet and seemed to be in a world of her own, a peaceful look on her face, that's at least what it looked like from the side I could see. Though her body was twisted away from me her face was mostly forward, giving me a glimpse at only half of her expression.

Why is she so shiny? All of her exposed skin had a wet look to it, damn, is that all sweat? Her clothes almost look drenched. Now only a few feet away from her she happened to twist her body towards me, her expression going from peaceful to offended within a few blinks.

"Back the fuck up!"

"Whoa, calm down, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Did I ask what you want? I'll tell you what you need, you need to back the fuck up!"

God damn, what is wrong with her? Do I have an unpleasant look on my face or something? "Listen I came over to challenge you. I'm not looking to cause any problems." As I spoke she stood up from her pose while taking off her shirt and wiping her forehead with it. I hadn't expected to see her in her bra but I couldn't bring myself to complain about it either. With a sudden flick of her arm, the end of her shirt whips towards my face. I catch it only an inch from of my face, moving my hand to the side so I can look at her, not letting go of the shirt. "Bitch, I fucking told you!"

"And I fucking told you to back up!"

Neither of us let go of the shirt and neither of us looked away. That was until I felt a weird sensation in my hand. The feeling of numbness while at the same time a burning sensation. It grew quickly, taking my concentration off of her and causing me to let go of the shirt. I grabbed my wrist while looking at the hand trying to find the wound that was causing the pain, but there was none. The pain continued to grow. Unable to see anything I tried to wipe my hand on my shirt in a desperate attempt to quell the burning sensation. The sensation of not being able to feel my shirt with my hand, but being able to feel the pressure against my side from it shocked me.

"Next time, do what your fucking told."

She oriented her shirt and raised her arms, letting the shirt slide down them and over her head. I could feel her nose through the wet cloth with my knuckles. With her arms tangled up in the shirt and it covering her head, it was no surprise she fell over after receiving my blow.

"FUCK!" Punching her didn't seem to help at all! What is this pain! It's like I have no tolerance for it at all! Clutching my hand I drop down to the ground, slamming my hand into it repeatedly to try and feel something other than this agony.

The voice of the bitch that did this to me hits my ears, "YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE!"