This is my first story, so be kind. I realize some characters may be OOC, but the story works that way.
By the way, anything in parentheses is another language, since I don't feel like making up Martian languages.
The nervous feeling she'd felt all day only crescendoed when they entered the run-down warehouse. The place was packed, wall-to-wall, with all sorts of humanoid anomalies. Screaming, drinking, betting, cheering, and everyone crowded around a central point led to only one explanation:
"It's a meta-human fighting ring."
M'gann had seen them before, on Mars. When they would camp in the larger bases, most soldiers would pass their time in such a manner. She was no exception. Old habits were hard to break, and she felt herself itching to join in the barbaric entertainment. However, that was a part of her life that she strived to leave behind. No, not behind. She could never leave her past behind; it made her who she was. But she wanted to hide her past. Nobody needed to know where she really came from. Even admitting that she knew what a meta-human fight ring was… well, she was lucky nobody else caught her slip.
An opportunity arose for her thirst for a brawl to be satisfied when the team split up. One quick fight, she thought to herself. One quick fight, and no one will know the better.
Just to be sure, though, she shifted herself into a form that her friends wouldn't recognize. Pure white skin, blood red eyes, her hair longer and more vibrantly red, and her lips red to match. Typical brawling attire consisted of as little actual clothing as possible. Males usually wore shorts without shirts, and females wore nothing more than shorts and a short-cut top. Shoes were considered an advantage, since weapons could be concealed within. M'gann's clothes were shifted to match these requirements, and she quickly signed herself up for the next match.
When she entered the ring across from her opponent, she knew she had made a mistake. He was a huge, hulking, blue-skinned creature with horns sticking from the top of his head. An opponent such as he would be no quick task. She kept her face calm yet fierce, slightly snarling and baring her teeth for show. I'm better than you. Her face said. By showing a sign of confidence, her calm demeanor, and mixing it with a show of ferocity, her expression, she hoped to give off an air of sureness. It was a technique that she had learned from her captain years ago; you must go into a fight like you are going to win. The biggest mistake that can be made is playing down to your opponent's level.
From behind the wall separating the spectators from the spectated, a man acting as referee called the start. Immediately, the blue being roared and charged. He was fast, definitely, especially considering his size, and M'gann had to leap to get out of his path. He definitely had an advantage with his size, taking up a good portion of the fight ring just by standing. He constantly turned and charged, hoping to catch the Martian off guard, and M'gann found that she couldn't prepare an attack for the constant dodging. Finally, she managed to get behind him and land some proper hits to his back and arms, which he then retaliated with some jabs of his own. The fight was getting nowhere, and her time was running out. She could see Robin jumping from the rafters, Wally speeding by, Conner, Artemis and Kaldur watching from the shadows. Thankfully, none of them could guess who was really in the ring. They all must think that she was taking a while with her own observations. However, she realized that she should end the fight, now.
M'gann raised her hands in defeat. "That's it. I'm done."
The blue creature looked on with confusion. M'gann tried again, in another language; "(I am done. You're the winner.)"
The blue being only snarled at this, and replied; "(No. This isn't over.)" M'gann continued to walk away, but the other wasn't finished with her yet. He lunged forward, his fist connecting with the middle of her back, sending her flying. Her face and upper torso slammed into the wall of the ring. She slid to the floor, her head reeling from impact. She struggled to her feet, sighing. Now was the time to get serious. She quickly spun, aiming a kick for his head. He raised an arm to block, just like she thought he would, and he grabbed her ankle. She swung in his grasp, jamming both of her elbows into his gut. He let go of her foot, and she made sure to bring it down on his head before she landed on the ground. From there, she swung her legs to trip him. She sprung to her feet, but he caught her arm. She quickly rearranged herself so she could lean on his arm, twisting it until she dislocated his shoulder. From there, she aimed two quick jabs to his neck, locating pressure points almost identical to that of a human's. For good measure, another kick to the back managed to crack a few of his ribs. He collapsed, moaning in pain, and M'gann walked out of the ring. The warehouse was crowded enough that she could find a place to tend to her slight wounds without her friends looking for her.
She found a corner to sit in and collapsed, sighing with relief. After making sure nobody was watching her, she closed her eyes, trying to calm her thumping heart. At the same time, she was trying to ignore the feeling that fighting had brought up in her. Too many memories surfaced, memories of who she was and what she did before arriving on Earth. While not all of the memories were happy, they were all valuable. No matter what she did on Earth, there was always something inside of her that longed for her old life.
While she contemplated these feelings, someone approached her. A well-built person, obviously in great shape, but using a cane, which implied some sort of long-term injury. He held a bottle and rag in the hand that wasn't holding the cane. He stopped in front of the white Martian. "Impressive. Who taught you to fight like that?"
M'gann looked up into the face of the man before her, his red eyes and white skin of the same origin as her own. His voice, attire, and cane only helped her in recognizing him.
She smiled. "I learned from the best, Captain."
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