Author's Note:
"Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than it's would be judgment."
The rumble and roar of a motorbike echoed through the city streets. The blonde driving it noted from her GPS that she arrived in Piltover's red-light district, and more specifically a particular nightclub on the edge of town. There was already a lineup out front, but of course she didn't have to worry about that. Ignoring the protests of the crowd goers, the blonde walked up to the front door.
"Come at me, and you'll see!"
One of the first things they noted was that she was somewhat under dressed. Her clothing consisted mostly of a orange crop top emblazened with a black flame symbol under a brown vest, with short shorts and a butt cape. She also had several belts of ammunition around her waist, an orange scarf tied around her neck, and leather knee length boots, leaving her midriff, thighs, and most of her bulging bosom exposed.
"I'm more than meets the eye!"
The second thing they noticed was the mane of yellow hair that flowed down her back with bright purplish eyes.
"Sorry blonde no minors, and no one with out an invite." A rather gruff looking bouncer stated as he inappropriately groped the blonde's chest stopping her from walking into the club.
"You think that you'll break me?"
For his troubles, the blonde landed a single punch to the man's face, bouncing his head off of the back wall in the process. Yang snatched up his clip board and wrote across it in a scrawl, just to add insult to injury.
"Am now!" The blond stated tossing the clip board onto the Bouncer's chest with her name, Yang Xiao Long, written across it.
"You're gonna find in time that you were standing too close to a flame that's burning hotter than the sun in the middle of July!"
The Club's dance floor was colored every shade of the rainbow from red to violet and dubstep music blaring in their ears: a bright mixture meant to assault the eyes and ears of party goers in combination with whatever they were serving. Like a shark in the sea, Yang found her target. He was having a head pounding conversation with a man in a white coat and bowler hat and took a picture of the latter unaware man.
"Send out your little army, but you still can't win!
Once that was over with, the man sat down at the bar and had a drink. He projected the image of a professional business man, wearing a black suit that hugged his huge frame and having short black finely trimmed hair.
"One strawberry sunrise with one of those tiny little umbrella's please!" Yang ordered plopping down on the bar next to the owner.
"Listen up silly boy Cause I'm gonna tell you why!"
"Delay that order! Aren't you a little young to be in a establishment like this?"
"Damn saw through me immediately." Yang mentally cursed while she smiled in a not-so-innocent manner.
"Aren't you a little too old to have a name like Junior?" Yang replied angling herself to give Junior a better view of her chest.
"So you know me, but I don't know you." Junior replied in a harsh and demanding tone of voice. "What I do know however is that you don't belong here!"
"I BURN!"
At this point Yang noted that either Junior just had the worst day of his life, or he's gay. That trick usually worked.
"So you wanna skip the pleasantries eh? Alright I can work with that!" Suddenly Yang grabbed the man by his crotch, picked him up by it, and slammed him into the table. "I know you know where this is!" Yang stated holding her card, displaying a golden ornate golden key. "Now talk before I rip your junk off!"
"Can't me hold me now!"
"Bad move blonde!" Suddenly the sounds of guns clicking into action echoed through the club. The source: a couple dozen armed men with fully automated machine guns, axes, and swords. "Now let me go! Before you're a punch card!" Junior threatened weakly while he wheezed in pain.
"You got nothing to stop me now!"
Yang decided that her best course of action was to release her hostage.
"You're going to pay for that blonde!" Junior growled as he stormed off to the back room.
"I BURN!"
"Oh lighten up!" Yang followed after Junior, smiling a sweet innocent grin as she walked back wards in front of him. "What say we kiss and make up eh?"
That surprised Junior. His various men were giving encouraging cheers for him to kiss her, and he had to admit that opportunities like this didn't come by him often. Thus Junior and Yang both closed their eyes and slowly leaned in closer and closer. Just when their lips were about to touch...
"Swing all you want!"
...Yang threw a solid punch at the puckered face of Junior, sending him clean across the dance floor and knocking him out. Most of the party goers ran outside of the night club, giving Yang and her new dance partners (every gun totting thug in the building) plenty of room.
"But like a fever I will take you DOWN!"
The thugs started things off, wailing away on Yang with machine gun fire, Yang just laughed as she let the projectiles hit her. The bullets turned to dust as they all were obliterated against her body, the energy somehow entering her without actually doing any harm.
"Reign supreme? In your dreams!"
Deciding that bullets weren't doing them any good, the thugs swarmed Yang with their axes and swords. One hapless fool got himself kicked into the air and his foot grabbed by Yang, turning him into a makeshift blunt weapon as she slammed him head long into enemy forces before tossing him across the room.
"You'll never make me bow!"
With her warm-up completed, Yang decided to take matters seriously. She popped the golden bracelets on her arms into a set of gold fingerless gauntlets with red colored shells going around her wrist. The next hapless thug to get in her line of fire got punched in his gut so hard he was sent flying backwards, along with everyone behind him.
"Kick my ass? I'm world class!"
A stylish midair flip kicked another few idiots through the crowd into the far wall. Yang spun around to face the largest concentration of the idiots, delivered a salvo of punches augmented by shotgun blasts produced by the punches sending the idiots flying backwards into the farthest wall.
"And Super Saiyan now!
That was fun, but now Yang's aura was almost depleted. As if on cue the DJ (whom it must be noted was wearing a stuffed bear head) pulled out two Tommy guns and opened fire on Yang. Taking on the full brunt of the projectiles Yang leaped into the air and landed in front of the thug on the balcony.
"You're starting up a fight that you just can't finish!"
Switching to a close range fight, the drums of the Thompson Guns turned into buzz saws and moved so that they were now sticking out of where the barrel was. The DJ slammed his saws into Yang's gauntlets producing a blinding shower of sparks in the process. The blades broke off and Yang took the chance she needed to disarm the DJ.
"Watch the little hearts as they scrape you off the floor!"
Yang squeezed down on the drums, causing them to explode violently. Taking the brunt of the impact once more returned her aura back to it's previous glowing state. Yang threw the DJ across the dance floor where he landed, unconscious, at the feet of two well-dressed girls.
"Bringing out your little rockets? Well shoot them up!"
Yang noted that they were obviously identical twins, which is to say impossibly gorgeous. It was as if both of their milky curves had been sculpted for perfection, sharing black hair and white skin. Their choice of outfits shared a similar theme being identical bar the color themes of red and white respectively. That is to say they were cut both low and high in order to show off their chief assets, ample cleavage and long finely honed legs for the world to see.
"High as you can go but I'm the one that's gonna soar!"
"Melanie who is this?" The red one asked in a snobbish tone of voice as she walked towards her sister.
"I don't know Miltia but we need to teach her a lesson." The white one replied in a similar manner.
With that, Yang jumped off the balcony and landed on the ground with a crash, sending the remainder of the thugs flying.
"I BURN!"
Weapons were where the similarities between the two ended. Miltia popped a set of claws out from underneath her sleeves and attacked Yang with slashes and stabs. Melanie, fittingly enough, popped a set of stiletto blades out of her heels and went to attack Yang from behind.
"Can't hold me now!"
Using her own feet, Yang parried Melanie's kicks, while fending off Miltia with fisticuffs. Perhaps it was this that made the girls lower their respective guards before Yang used a shot gun blast to slam her elbow into Melanie's face and a kick to send Miltia into the air. Ever willing to mimic her sister, she landed unconscious on top of Melanie who was now unconscious on the ground.
"You got nothing that can stop me now!"
Looking around the room, Yang assessed her handiwork. She had taken down every last one of Junior's hired thugs, which meant that it was time to get back to her interrogation.
"Well this is quite the mess you made!" On cue the Conscious Junior appeared carrying a large bazooka. "I hope you can pay for all of this damage!"
"I BURN!"
"Nope, afraid not!"
Yang leaped into the air with a full smile and had a headlong collision with Junior's missile blasts. Suddenly, the entire club was filled with the form of a giant beast. A long lizard tail popped out of the front door and slammed into the building across the street, joined by a massive set of wings that had crashed out of the windows on the second floor.
"Swing all you want!"
Junior, at a complete lost for words, just stared in shock as the lizard monster that had him cornered rest a single talon on his chest.
"Key!" The Monster demanded in a snarl.
Noting a tear that had appeared in Junior's uniform the monster shrunk back down and walked over to him removing the shiny object within: an ornate key.
"But like a fever I will take you down!"
"Pleasure doing business with you!" Yang stated in a cheery voice as she walked out the front door, slamming it with unnecessary force. A single bottle from the bar fell over and landed on Junior's head leaving him unconscious.
As Yang walked outside of the nightclub, she encountered a familiar girl in a red cloak.
"Yang! What happened?! We've been trying to call you all night!" Ruby asked, already deducing what Yang had been doing via the ruined nightclub.
Yang removed her card from her pocket and noted that it had been broken in two.
"Ah Whoops!" Yang stated as she smiled innocently as she took out the key from the crack in between her breasts. "But I got this!"
Ruby just shook her head and took out her own card to call Prism.
"Yang's okay. Everything else..." The sound of something crashing inside of the nightclub reminded Ruby to vacate the area immediately. "Not so much. Yang's card is busted so can you summon her out of here?" Ruby punched the information into the card and waited a bit before Prism called back.
"Stand next to Yang and I can grab you both." Ruby walked over to Yang and stood right next to her as directed. Yang, on the other hand, had a slightly different plan.
"Oh come here you!" Yang suddenly picked Ruby up and gave her what could only be described as a death hug shoving her face first into her bosom.
"Yang...! Can't breathe!" Ruby wheezed weakly as a blue light from the sky scooped them up and took them away.