7: Enraged
Ho-ly. Shit! Kid Flash did not expect the tiny Asian chick to have this much power within her fists, at least not enough to knock the Superboy off his feet and helped him to learn how to fly.
Unfortunately he was not quite there yet, seeing as he crashed on land.
The chick was touchy, and he knew it was dangerous to approach her.
If she was anything at all like Superboy…she's a ticking time bomb.
But Supey, oh my friggin gawd, why won't you stay down?!
Superboy stomped his way to the straight-faced girl, who only crossed her arms and was staring him down. Almost like a disappointed mother, who was daring her child to do something out of turn. "The hell did you do that for?!"
"What do you think?" the girl deadpanned. She didn't seem even a bit cowed before the teen, whom was almost twice her size.
If anything the chick looked amused.
"You punched me, in my face!" Superboy roared, turning a finger to his head.
There was a fading red bruise between his eyes.
Kid Flash zipped a safe distance away, to plant himself against the storefront. He knew already he wouldn't be safe from being harmed if he meddled. All the while he was chanting, oh shit oh shit oh shit inside his head, a horrified expression painted itself on his fascinated face. A doorbell dinged and he saw a small boy, half his height, wearing an orange jacket with the hoodie over his head. Like him the boy got red hair, as the speedster could see them peeking out from the hood, bright green eyes, and wild brown freckles all over his pale face.
"Hi kid." Kid Flash waved, chuckling sheepishly, "Nice day, eh?"
The boy gave him a wide eyed stare, before he turned to the quarreling two. He wore a terrified look. Kid Flash noticed the kid had a huge bag in an arm, and another hand holding a heavy pack of soda cans. Travelers?
"And I'll do it again!" She retorted, a hand curling in a familiar fist and shook it boldly in front of Superboy.
His lips curled into a smirk, "Let's see how you handle my punches!" He swung a fist after her, and she flipped out of the way.
"Come back here!" Superboy snapped. He lunged after the woman, pulling back an arm.
Experienced and using her tininess to her advantage she dodged every one of his wild swings, keeping herself nimble, her feet quick, and her toned body dropping halfway down to miss many tossed punches. She even landed on his outstretched arm once or twice, giving him a mocking smirk.
"Oh, is that the best you can do? What a showoff."
Her fists were prepared, but she held them back.
It was as if she was mocking the young Kryptonian of his reckless skills.
"Gahhhh!" Annoyed, Superboy clasped together his fists and dropped them down to the ground, a brilliant idea to entrap her from dodging farther. A modest sized crater appeared, dipping in the red truck. It narrowly missed the fuel dispenser, much to Kid Flash's relief, and the girl glared at Superboy for her truck, having gotten away on time.
"Really, bro? You punched the ground. What is the point of that?" The big guy didn't answer, too focused on trying to land a hit on her.
Bored of Superboy's inexperience she flung herself around a pole responsible of supporting the roof above. She barely dodged a tossed punch, twisting around her body into the boy's direction. The girl then threw herself into a well-versed dropkick*, releasing herself from the pole, her soles punching his belly. Superboy blanched, air forced out of his lungs, as his feet instinctively dug into the ground when she pushed him hard and fast.
He tried to grip the earth, to slow the force the tiny female attacked him with, but it did very little. It happened in seconds, but it felt like an eternity to him when he reached the center of the road, chucks of concrete rolling up in his hands, the force of the woman's strength expelled at last.
There were large scars lining from the Asian girl to underneath his knees, and rubble piled behind him.
Letting his body go limp, Superboy was breathless, surprised at the power the girl exhibited. Sending him flying was one thing as he did not expect it, but it was another to knock away his strength like it was nothing.
It was that shock that held him there, "Who…who are you?"
Was she another Kryptonian?
She resembled one; dark haired and blue eyed, with possibly equal strength to one's, but that wasn't quite right, even with his limited knowledge of Kryptonian kind. Something was off.
However the girl didn't answer outright, but instead snorted dismissively at him before turning to her truck. With ease she picked it up and pushed it away from the crater.
The disrespect didn't appease Superboy whatsoever.
He launched, removing himself from his rut. And the little boy screamed, "Please stop!"
A sparkle of fire lit in front of Superboy, and ate through the chest of his shirt. Superboy, speechless, slid to stop, the heat of his anger faded to clearness and his skin was burning. Realizing that he was on fire, he instantly patted it away. There was no burn wound, but his shirt was not savable.
He looked up and saw a child, the green eyes wet.
"Leave my mama alone." The kid begged.
Kid Flash gave a strangled noise.
Beta'd by DeathNoteMaker and Julia N SnowMiko! Thank you so much! *hearts*
*I noticed that dropkicks are very misunderstood in the world of fanfiction-or at least in some corners of it. No it is not dropping a foot into your enemy's head and/or body-that's called stomping. Dropkick is actually 'throwing/dropping' your body toward a person from a jump or a height, with your feet out and together into a kick to hit the person. That's why it was called dropkick.
A/N: I nearly forgot to update this morning, haha! I'm getting quite a bit busy now. Anyway, as always, feel free to leave me any comment, question, and/or criticisms! I'll get back you as soon as possible. Happy reading, and thanks so much for sticking with me along the long ride!
EDIT: To the anon, Diane, thank you for your criticisms, however I'm afraid your suggestion on speaking out words to catch mistakes, may be useless given that I'm deaf. :( I'll do my best regardless, and ask someone to help me out. Here's hoping I'll get those awkward wordings soon! Blasted sneaky bastards!
Edited as of 2/27/16.
