Conan entered the locker room after winning his first match; few of these new fighters could stand against him. This tournament was going downhill if riffraff like his previous opponent were the best they could find. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. The short oriental man was standing in the middle of the room, looking around at the other fighters. Conan's hands curled into fists at the site of the young man, he wouldn't be beaten twice.
Lei Fe looked around the room; somehow he could sense the amount of energy coming from each of the fighters. The announcer calling his name left him no time to wonder how this was possible. Hastily, he made for the arena, on his way past a hulking, bald man who glared at him with a strange animosity burning in his eyes.
Lei Fe shuddered as he passed, he had the sense they had met before, but he was sure he had never seen the man before now. He shook it off and stepped into the stadium. The crowd cheered as he took his place at the center of the arena.
Two pairs of eyes watched the exchange between Conan and Lei Fe, strange eyes that stared from beneath green hoods. They glanced at each other and made their way towards the arena.
Conan was muttering to himself when to green cloaked figures walked past him to where that rat, Lei Fe, had gone. He stopped muttering as they past, there was something unsettling about those two. Why were they following Lei Fe? If he they had something against that skimpy little weasel then they could have whatever was left when he was done pounding him into oblivion.
Meanwhile, many miles east of the tournament, a lone figure streaked across the sky. Matthew Rodriguez was no longer the man he once was; he had once been the best of the best. He had been the commander of a top secret, elite special operations unit. Now he was a machine, a cybernetic being with only one purpose, to eliminate the one who had destroyed his human body and nearly ruined his cybernetic body as well.
If a stranger with purple eyes hadn't given him the gift of self recovery he would be nothing more than a humanoid scrap yard. His optical scanners had been able to follow his beneficiary's energy source from a distance, while his body repaired itself. He had seen a flash of light and felt aftershocks of some great explosion and afterwards the only energy source he could detect was the one that had laid him low, not once but twice, and he had vowed that he would rid the world of this evil beast.