Trigger warnings: Talk of castration, mention of attempted sexual assault.

Hunter looked back at me. "You go from not wanting us in the apartment next to yours to allowing us in your private room."

I shrugged the best I could under Wrecker's stomach, reaching out towards my controller so I could pause the video. "Eh, later it gets the more chill and laid back I get. Closer I am to midnight the less energy I have to give a shit. Tech, can you reach that remote?"

The engineer wriggled under Wrecker and stretched out towards the controller. Grabbing it, he passed it to me. "Here."

"Thanks, nerd," I said, pausing the video.

"Why didn't you just use your telekinesis to summon it to you?" Hunter asked, walking around us to look at one of the posters on my wall.

"I be lazy."

"Mmhm. Nice target."

I looked over at Hunter who was standing in front of my shredded target, inspecting the gash in the silhouette's forehead. "Knives and hatchets, I can show 'em to you if you'd like."

"I won't turn down meeting… who was it?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sir Stabsalot?"

"That's one of 'em. I'll grab the others," I offered, prodding Wrecker's bulk with an elbow. "Hey, let me up, Wrecker."

"Say please."

A comical scowl spread across my face and I looked to Tech. "This normal?"

The engineer sighed. "Very."

I got an idea. "Wreck, if you get off, I'll let you pet my hair."

I had no idea he could move as quickly as he did. "Deal!" he exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

"Ack!" Tech coughed as Wrecker accidentally kneed him in the stomach.

"Sorry, Shrimp!" Wrecker apologized, moving to kneel beside Tech as the engineer curled in a fetal position, arms curled around his stomach.

"Shoot, you good, Tech?" I asked, on all fours next to him and Wrecker.

"Fine..."

"You sound like a wheezy squeaky toy," I remarked, tilting my head to the side. "You sure you're good, man?"

"He'll be fine," Hunter said, peering over my shoulder at Tech. "I think."

"Honest, I am quite fine," Tech groaned, slowly sitting up. Breathing slow, he looked up at me. "You bore the brunt of his weight. How are you able to move so quickly?"

"I've survived a buildin' fallin' on me, remember?"

"A buildin' fell on ya?!" Wrecker exclaimed, the volume of his voice causing both Hunter and me to wince.

"Yeah. When I got launched into the side of that buildin', I went through the wall. Structurally unsound, it was comin' down anyway," I said, shifting my weight and waving him off with one hand.

"Maker!" Tech yelped, interrupting Wrecker and gawking at my elbow.

I looked down as my elbow which was currently bending a way it really shouldn't, making my arm look broken. "Oh. Don't worry, Tech, it does that."

"Is that normal for your species?" he squeaked.

"Well ah… no," I said with a nervous laugh as Wrecker prodded at it with a finger. "Mine are just wonky. My collar bone also rolls!"

"It rolls?" Hunter barked.

"At least I think that's the term. I can hold my arm out and rotate it around about 270 degrees. It cracks really loud whenever I rotate my shoulders durin' stretches. My shoulders are hella wonky too, it's near impossible to get me in a standing pin because I can roll right out. The instructors always told my partners to just drop my arm because it wouldn't work unless they put me in pain. Wrist locks work! Arm and elbow locks don't."

"Can you show us some of your karate moves?" Wrecker asked eagerly.

"I already took a shower, so heavy activity ain't for me now, but I can show you my favorite move. Rotation Thirteen. Blind Eunuch."

"Blind what?" Tech squeaked.

"You'll see. Hunter, mind bein' a target for a moment or two?"

He gave me a funny look.

"Mate," I laughed as I stood up. "I wouldn't have been able to test for blackbelt if I didn't have control with my strikes. Besides, I can't fling you across the room, I ain't lookin' to break my stuff."

"You throw people across the room with this move?" Hunter asked, standing up in front of me as Wrecker and Tech scooted back.

"No, that's soft style or the jukendo," I said, taking up a ready stance. "Or Swing Low and Roll where I flip you over my head. I ain't rippin' your dick off either, that's rotation seventeen."

"You know how to rip a guy's dick off?!" Wrecker yelped, cringing.

"Yep. I know how to deal a lot of damage," I said with a shrug before looking back at Hunter who had gone a bit pale. "Easy, Sarge. You haven't warranted castration."

"Er… good to know." He coughed and cleared his throat. "What do I need to do?"

"Punch, when I tell you to," I stressed. "I ain't lookin' to get clocked in the head by a superhuman commando tonight."

"Where's my target?"

"Straight punch to my nose. I will not land any blows, but when I tell you to move back you better scoot or you're gettin' a jumpin' roundhouse kick to the gut."

"Noted," Hunter said, bringing his fists up.

I positioned my weight on the balls of my feet, ready to move. "Ready sergeant?"

"Are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as a small smirk crept over his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Gettin' cheeky, huh, Hunter?"

His smirk grew. "Maybe."

"Then let's wipe that smirk off your face, shall we?" I shot back, baring my teeth in a feral grin. "Punch!"

The loud smack of his large fist connecting with the palm of my hand echoed around my room. Standing in a right cat stance, weight on my left leg, I curled my fingers around his fist and lowered it slightly to grin at him. Brown eyes stared back in surprise at me as Hunter realized I'd stopped his punch.

"This is where the fun begins," I chuckled. Throwing his fist down abruptly, causing him to jerk forward, I struck at his eyes with two fingers before quickly following it up with a snap kick towards the groin. Taking care not to actually make contact, I shifted back to my right leg and shot a slide thrust kick with the blade of my foot towards his stomach.

"Move!"

Hunter quickly shifted back out of the way in time to avoid my jumping right roundhouse kick. Spinning and putting my back towards him, I back kicked towards his head. Keeping my balance, I spun back again to face him in a left fighting stance, guard up.

Hunter looked me up and down. "That is certainly a… nice move," he said, still shaking off the whiplash from the first half of the move.

Grinning, I bowed while keeping my eyes on him. "Why thanks, Sarge."

Wrecker laughed and clapped. "That was totally awesome! You're acrobatic!"

"Very fluid as well in your movements," Tech added, smiling. "I can tell you have put a lot of time and practice into your martial arts. How long did you say again you were in training?"

"About five years. I know… let's see." I pondered for a moment. "Twenty-five rotations, three basic takedowns left and right side, at least eight self-defense left and right side, four sets of three jukendo left and right side and…" I paused, counting the names on my fingers. "Eight katas. Then there's at least three stick defenses and three knife defenses, left and right as well. Three horse stance options, three similar moves called Wings, those are all left and right side too. A couple of other fun moves as well that I can't recall the names of as well as tons of soft style. I can mix and match stuff together too, which is one of the big things. Options. Especially helpful in four corners where there's four senseis at each corner and I have to know how to defend against a stick, knife, punch, or kick."

"That's… quite an extensive list for a civilian," Hunter said after a moment of silence, looking me up and down.

"Five years worth! I also know a bit of bo staff." I gestured to the five-foot wooden stick in the corner. "But haven't practiced in forever."

"I wondered what that stick was for."

"Ah ah, back into position, Sergeant Shaggy," I said, grabbing his arm as he tried to walk past to pick up the bo staff. Trying not to think too hard on the firm forearm muscle under my hand, I pulled him back in front of me. "Rotation Seventeen is up next."

"Isn't that the one you used to rip off that sailor's dick after he tried to…" Tech swallowed and trailed off, shifting as he stood next to my loft bed.

"Yep," I replied, making sure Hunter was back in his spot.

Wrecker looked between us two. When he spoke, his voice held anger in it. "A man tried to force himself on you?"

"You know how some men are," I grumbled. "Not the first time a guy made unwanted advances on me, just the first time it turned really sour. The fact I look like a guy at first glances helps a bit but some men are just animals. But that's why I learned karate. To defend myself. I prevented it so it remained an attempted sexual assault. I won. Even if I got nasty scars across my belly in the process."

"Scars?"

"Two blade scars." I lifted the rim of my shirt, revealing the old wounds. "He rushed at me with a knife and managed to score a few hits during the brawl before I managed to get the knife from him. From there he tried to come at me with a haymaker, but I pulled this move on him." I dropped my shirt and turned to Hunter. "Sucker punch on my mark. Alright?"

He nodded. "Give the word. Still to your head?"

"Aye," I said with a nod, shifting back into my ready stance. "Ready… move!"

A double forearm block accompanied by a horse stance to steady myself halted his swing, the solid sound of muscle hitting muscle resonating around my room. I had my arms turned so instead of hitting him with the boney side of my forearm he got the softer underside. But now it was time to show why this was called Fists of Fury.

Backfist to the face, straight punch to the gut, ridge hand to the temple, ridge hand to the groin, grab, pull and rip accompanied with a downward knife strike with my other hand.

Of course I only grabbed air, but judging by Hunter's shocked and mildly terrified expression I'd scarred him enough.

"You ok, Shaggy?" I asked, straightening back up.

"Uh huh."

"Now you sound like a squeaky toy," I chuckled, glancing at Tech and Wrecker.

Wrecker stood with his hands crossed over his groin, a horrified expression on his face, while Tech bore a similar expression with a hand over his groin and another clamped over his mouth.

"Are y'all good?"

"That is a nasty move!" Tech croaked.

"Well yeah. Fists of Fury ain't for fendin' off a rowdy friend. It's for makin' a protentional rapist regret the moment he ever set his eyes on you," I said, voice dark. "I've only used that move once and would prefer it to stay like that."

"So… er… did you actually…" Hunter stumbled over his words.

"Rip it off? No, but I sure ripped something. My job was done, but I made extra sure that son of a bitch would remember my name. See… usually they tell us only use the amount of force strictly necessary to get an opponent off you and then you run. Otherwise you get in trouble for assault."

"What?!" Wrecker yelled. "But they attacked you!"

"Yep, but I'll take the blame. We're also not allowed to take their weapon and use it against 'em, because we're also pegged for assault."

"That's bizarre and wholly unfair!" Tech protested. "It's self-defense!"

"It is bizarre, ain't it?" I laughed bitterly. "But see, we were on a ship. They were criminals anyways. I didn't have to worry about that bastard cryin' to the cops that I attacked him with no provocation. I didn't stop tearin' into him until he was left with a black eye, bruised ribs, a broken nose, and his precious knife buried to the hilt in his own shoulder. I'd kept myself safe, so I took the time for revenge. Hit me, I'll hit you back harder."

"Remind me to never piss you off," Hunter said, eyeing me with new respect.

"You aren't the type to try what he did. None of you are. I trust you that much," I replied honestly. "So, you four are safe from a move like that."

"That's definitely good to hear," Wrecker gulped.

"But that's rotation seventeen!" I said, wanting to shift the topic. "And that's enough for tonight. How about we finish the video?"

With agreements from the men, we settled back onto the floor. Tech and Wrecker sat on either side of me again while Hunter took up a position with his back against the wall.

"Oh, right," I muttered before starting the video. Shifting back, I grabbed my bag of knives and the machete resting on my bookshelf. I slid it across the floor to Hunter. "Have at it."

He looked at me in surprise but picked up my machete before slowly unsheathing the blade. A low whistle escaped him as he carefully handled the blade. "This is Sir Stabsalot?"

"Well… I got 'em mixed up. That's Slasher. There's another large silver hunting knife in there that's Sir Stabsalot. If you dig in there and find a slim black knife about the size of my hand in a clip on sheathe, that's Ruko."

Hunter set down Slasher and went digging in the bag again.

So it doesn't seem like a lot when I list out all the stuff I know, but I can mix and match moves ^^

Four corners was always interesting, I actually had a sensei decide to be funny and call out "One two three four five!" all at once to throw me off. I lasted list twenty seconds lol