Sugar, spice, and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls, but Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction – Chemical-X.
Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born, using their ultra-super powers: Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup, have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.
...but that was only the beginning.
"At least try something else, Blossom," Brick said, then bypassed her guard with a sucker punch to the side of the head, followed by a jab to the gut. "What makes you think you can win a fight just by blocking all the time?"
Blossom was still reeling from the blow when he knocked her down with a powerful roundhouse kick, and pitch black blood, like oil, sprayed from her mouth.
"Tanking a few punches probably won't be enough to save the city. Just saying."
"You're getting way too much enjoyment out of this," she said, her whole body shuddering as she got back unto her feet. "Does hitting me turn you on, or are you just a sadist in general?"
She wiped some of the leaking blood off on her arm, took a deep breath, and steadied herself – bruised and battered by his repeated assaults but not beaten, the intensity of her stare was enough to let him know that, at least in her mind, this fight was far from over.
"This is nothing." Brick cracked his knuckles. "You should see how I fight when I use both of my hands."
He lunged at Blossom with a straight punch, but she saw it coming and barely dodged it.
The wide miss left an opening for for her to exploit, but Brick was too quick. He grabbed Blossom by her ponytail with his other hand and shoved her face into an upward knee kick.
Shards of Blossom's skin broke off and scattered across the small forest clearing as she fell to her knees, grasping at the gaping hole in her forehead – revealing the dark, viscous membrane underneath – from which more Chemical-X oozed uncontrollably.
Brick turned his back on the felled Powerpuff.
"Let's call it a day," he said while straightening his hat, which had been turned around slightly during the brief scuffle, but other than that he looked as though he had just returned from a leisurely stroll. "I'm getting pumped up...but if this keeps up..."
Blossom, sitting cross-legged, bowed her head low enough that she could smell the earth as it was gradually being polluted by her leaking lifeblood, beneath withered blades of grass. She embraced the tingly numbness of instant regeneration - her injuries would recover in time, although a wounded pride was another matter entirely./p
I'm still not strong enough to save anyone...but...
She looked to the sky, at the pink and red flashing wall of the translucent dome that was originally constructed for the sake of protecting Townsville, but now threatened to destroy it.
I can't give up! There isn't much time left.
