Finally, the last of the trailers written and finished. I swear all of these fight scenes are each harder to write than the last. Oh well, I think it's pretty good practice. I enjoyed it.
With nothing else to say, on to the story.
The heat of the engine below her could not warm her from the cold of the night air above her. Yang Xiao-long paid no attention to it, however. She was too hot blooded to ever be affected by the cold.
The dull, industrious buildings of downtown Vale whizzed by her as she rode her motorcycle, which she lovingly named Bumblebee for its sleek design and yellow paint job. The streets were dark on a late Saturday evening, most people had gone home to relax on the weekend. But Yang had more important business to attend to.
She skidded to a stop in front of an ordinary looking building on the more dangerous side of town. Getting off her bike, she placed her yellow helmet and riding goggles on the bike's handlebars and took out the key. Well aware of where she was, and the very likely possibility her bike might not be here when she leaves.
After making sure her bike was secure, she sauntered into the building.
"ID please." The bouncer said. He wasn't a tall man, only a few inches taller than her, but he certainly was large, his broad shoulders nearly covering the width of the door.
"Oh, of course, silly me." Yang said, making a show of reaching into her breast pocket, only to bring her hand out empty, with a single finger raised towards the man.
"No ID, no entry." Was all he said. Yang huffed and turned around, beginning her walk back to her bike.
She spun at the last second, kicking the man in the chest, sending him through the door and into the following hallway.
"I'll be sure to bring it next time, okay, buddy?" She gingerly stepped over his unconscious body, walking towards the sounds of muffled bass further in the building.
She came to a set of opaque, glass doors, shielding her from bright, flashing lights, deep, thumping music, and the smell of sweaty club goers. As they opened, she got a good view of the place's interior.
This wasn't any ordinary club. This was the club. Literally, it was called 'the Club', as in, the name the owners of the club decided to give their business. Yang thought it was lazy. But, they've earned that laziness, being the biggest club in Vale and all. The name was the only thing about this club that appeared to be done haphazardly. The interior of the club was what told anyone who entered they were in a high class place, or high class for club goers, at least. A circular, rotating metal beam with stage lights attached all around it filled the club with fast moving, color changing light, synced with the loud music playing out of twelve foot tall speakers hanging from the ceiling at each corner of the dance floor. Behind the speakers, jutted out huge spires of decorated glass, reaching the club's ceiling. The wall adjacent to the entrance each housed long bars with three bartenders each, working nonstop to serve their thirsty, inebriated customers. The far wall had a raised platform built into the building where a DJ in a cartoon bear mask was playing the music blasting through the speakers. Yang could tell the DJ wasn't actually doing anything, he was probably just playing a premade playlist through his scroll. Above the dance floor on each wall were two stories of balconies with built-in booths, probably for high paying customers wanting a little privacy with whatever toy they had recently paid for the night. She tried not to think about that too much. Vale was a nice place, but not the nicest.
Yang was surprised to see it this empty, and by this empty the dance floor was almost at capacity. But, considering it was a Saturday night, she would have expected it to be overflowing, with all of the booths occupied, right now they seemed almost completely empty.
The sights, scents, and sounds that surrounded her reminded her of the good old days at Signal Academy: sneaking out with her friends late at night, getting drunk off of cheap booze they bought with their fake IDs, subsequently getting grounded by her dad when she couldn't quite sneak through the second story window of their home on Patch quietly enough.
She walked down the large set of stairs onto the main dance floor. Skirting around the sides of the main mosh pit, she made her way over to the bar and saw who she was here for.
He was talking to a man in white wearing some sort of bowler hat, she didn't pay him any attention, she was here for one thing, and one thing only.
"Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Oh, and one of those tiny umbrellas, please." Yang said to the bartender. The man beside her turned to what he could see as an obviously underaged girl ordering alcohol at his bar.
"Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this, Blondie?" He said in a deep voice, fitting for a man of his size.
"I don't know? Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?" Yang said, crossing her arms.
"So you know who I am, you got a name, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Junior, I go by many names, but for tonight, you can call me sir." Yang snatched the man's groin with a death grip. Rendering Junior Xoing, the six foot eleven inches, crime lord information broker, into a whimpering mess, hunched over the innocent appearing girl before him.
"People say you know everything, so, tell me where I can find her, and I'll let you go." Yang brought up an image of a woman on her scroll and showed it to her victim.
"This isn't how this works; you're getting yourself in a lot of trouble." Junior said, voice unnaturally high, and speaking through clenched teeth.
"Wrong answer!" Yang squeezed tighter, making the giant yelp in a rather unmasculine way.
"Agh! I've never seen her before, I swear." Yang started to pull, making him tense up even further.
"I swear, sir!" Several bodyguards in cheap suits ran up to them, surrounding the two. Several of them wielding blood red axes, several more holding high caliber pistols.
"Would you look at that? Looks like we've got ourselves an audience, Junior. I can't imagine how embarrassing this must be for you: being at the mercy of an innocent little girl like me." Junior continued to grunt, breathing heavily through what looked to be a lot of pain.
"Listen, Blondie, Sir, if you want to leave this club alive, I suggest you let me go, now!" At that, Yang released the man's precious jewels. Junior stood up slowly, taking a deep breath.
"You're going to pay for that." Junior said, taking out dark red glasses from his vest pocket, and began walking to the other side of the club.
"Oh Junior, I was just playing with you. Don't be so sensitive." Yang said, hands behind her back in a non-threatening manner, following junior as he walked.
"Come on, let's kiss and make up, okay?" Junior stopped walking and looked at Yang. She leaned forward as if to give him a kiss, waiting for him to come halfway.
"Uh, okay?" Junior looked around, seeing his men shrugging, equally confused as he was. He slowly leaned forward, much more than Yang did due to his height, and puckered his lips as well, ready for the kiss.
Just as they were about to make contact, Yang hit Junior with a powerful straight jab, sending him flying across the dance floor. Shattering a glass pillar as he flew. He landed, slamming his head against the wall, and appearing to be completely in a daze.
The bodyguards around her stood shocked for a split second, the air around them filled with screaming club goers as they scuttled out through the way she had come in, until they gathered what had just happened, and charged at Yang all at once, hoping to overpower her with sheer numbers.
Yang shifted into her boxing fight stance. Her Bracelets expanded up her forearm into golden gauntlets. Her weapon, Ember Celica, ejected a shotgun shell as they cocked, prepared to fire explosive Dust slugs at any who might stand in her way.
She jumped as the goons surrounding her got close, back flipping into an aura and dust assisted ground pound that sent ripples through the glass dance floor sending debris and black suited bodyguards flying in all directions.
She stood, the remainder of the fire Dust from her gauntlets still burning around her. She launched herself into the air again, landing an overhead axe kick onto the closest club goon, sending him back into the glass floor, shattering it further.
The remainder of the henchman charged in again. Yang began beating them down one by one with powerful kicks and punches that sent them sprawling back to where they came from. Effortlessly, she disposed of her attackers, expertly utilizing her skill in hand to hand combat, along with the function and recoil of Ember Celica. Elbows and knees, fists and feet, together they formed a storm of ferocity that melted through Junior's men.
Most of her opponents were taken out of the fight with ease, barely able to land a hit on her. Some were luckier, managing to swing large cleavers before she could land a punch on them. Not that any of those did any damage. Yang easily blocked their blows with her gauntlets, before mercilessly dealing out retribution with several Dust powered slugs to the goon's abdomen in quick succession, sending him to the other end of the dance floor, unconscious.
The bear mask-wearing DJ thought he could get the better of her with a ranged weapon. Wielding a novelty tommy gun that must have been at least fifty years older than her dad, he sent small caliber Dust rounds all across the dance floor, barely coming close to hitting Yang. She dodged all the same, making it even harder for the inaccurate weapon to land any hits.
She jumped up the height of the DJ's platform and halted the spraying and praying with a hard leather boot to the DJ's chest, launching him hard into the wall. With the recoil from a blast of Ember Celica, Yang elbowed the man in the face, the back of his head hitting the wall a second time, leaving splitting cracks where his mask had hit. She pulled him forward, his face slamming against the music control station, cutting off the music. And with two shots from her gauntlets, the DJ was sent halfway across the dance floor.
He landed in front of two similarly, yet oppositely, dressed girls. One in red, and one in white. The one in red reminding her of her sister a little bit. She could easily tell that these two were sisters, however. Maybe even twins if their similarity was anything to guess by.
"Melanie, who is this girl?" The one in red said, walking towards her sister, three long blades attached to the back of each hand in a way that reminded her of one of Ruby's comic books for some reason.
"I don't know, Miltia, but we should teach her a lesson." The one in white said, arms crossed. Yang couldn't see any obvious weapons on her, though she knew not to think that meant she didn't have any.
With a flick of her wrist, Yang's spent shotgun casings were ejected from her weapon. She tossed two more belts of ammo into the air and caught them in Ember Celica, which loaded them automatically.
Ready for another fight, Yang leapt off the DJ's platform, sending several slugs down range towards the two girls. They managed to dodge and weave between the shots with ease, and charged towards Yang as she landed.
The two girls continued to evade her fire. Yang focused on the one in white, Melanie, as she appeared to be the closest. Yang kept on missing as the girl cartwheeled around her, until finally she deflected one of her shots with a metallic heel. So that's her weapon, she has knife heels. Great, I bet she specializes in kicks, I hate it when people specialize in kicks.
The one in red, Miltia, ran up behind her, hoping to land a blow while she was distracted. Yang blocked her blow with her gauntlets, but her follow up shotgun blast was dodged again.
Melanie landed behind her. Yang spun, managing to block the girl's razor sharp kick with Ember Celica, and allowed herself to be sent backwards by the force of the kick. Leaving both girls in front of her.
She fired another slug, this one deflected off Melanie's heel, and sent into a pillar of glass behind them, shattering it completely.
Miltia ran forward, attacking Yang with several swipes of her claws. Melanie joined her, landing several kicks. Together, they put pressure on Yang with a seamless barrage of blows. Bladed heels and sharp claws scraped along Yang's aura, protecting her from serious damage, but not the pain their attacks would have caused. With one final synchronized kick from both girls, Yang was sent flying across the dance floor. Landing hard on her shoulder.
Yang used her momentum to stand herself back up, teeth gritting into a snarl, and fired her gauntlets behind her, thrusting herself forwards at a high velocity. Her hair glowing a bright gold.
With one punch, Melanie was launched backwards, away from Miltia. Yang reared back for another blow while Miltia was stunned, concerned for her sister. She desperately tried to defend against Yang's onslaught of powerful punches and kicks.
A kick to her knee left Miltia stumbling. With her guard broken, Yang landed uppercut after uppercut, sending the girl into the air. One last punch launched Mitlia into another glass pillar, broken glass raining down on the girl.
Melanie slowly stood, recovered from her last attack. Yang turned her attention onto her and fired several slugs towards her. Melanie cartwheeled backwards, narrowly avoiding the shots. she blocked the final slug with her heel.
Yang continued with a different tactic. She spun, bringing her leg up for a roundhouse kick. Melanie deflected the blow off her forearm and returned with a kick of her own. They continued trading blows, many of them kicks. Yang tried to break her opponent's focus with a blast from Ember Celica, but to no avail. Yang continued blocking multiple kicks with her gauntlets until Melanie finally landed a good blow on Yang, pushing her back.
Melanie charged ahead again, only for Yang to slowly retreat from her, keeping the girl in white in front of her while she did. Melanie tried many times to land a blow, only for Yang to have continued backing up, out of her range. For ten yards they moved until Melanie finally caught up with an axe kick, blocked by Ember Celica.
Melanie wound up for another powerful kick, only for Yang to spin faster, landing an elbow on her midsection, knocking the breath out of her.
Yang grabbed her arm, yanking her this way and that, knocking her off balance further until finally, with a jump and a spin, Yang brought her hard shin down on the girl's face, knocking her to the floor.
"You're gonna pay for this." Yang spun quickly to see Junior near the entrance of the club, massive rocket launcher in hand. She ignored the other girls limping away as Junior aimed his weapon at her and fired.
Six rockets were launched at her, traveling in wide arcs to land on her from above. Yang cartwheeled back, dodging all of them.
She stood only to see Junior fire again. Six more rockets flew directly at her at high speeds. Using her shotgun gauntlets, she rapidly fired shells into the oncoming rockets, detonating those that would hit her before they got too close, filling the room with smoke from the explosions.
Through the thick haze Junior jumped, his rocket launcher now a massive bat, poised to hit her in an overhead strike. Yang managed to block several blows, but the hits were too massive, and she was pushed back under the weight of the attacks. Junior finally broke her guard, and with one final swing, launched her across the club and into a glass table, shattering it.
Yang stood, hair beginning to burn with glowing yellow aura. Chuckling at the strength she now felt, she punched her fists together, activating her semblance. Around her, bright golden flames erupted.
She charged, hair still on fire, and dodged multiple rockets from Junior's weapon, and several swings once she got close.
She planted her feet in a wide stance and began pelting Junior with several powerful blows. Using her whole body to create power which was unloaded into Junior's aura, knocking him back.
Her eyes shifted to a blood red hue, and with one final punch, launched Junior backwards, breaking his bat as he failed to block the last blow.
Junior rolled and stood, broken bat in one hand, and a strand of golden hair in another. He looked down, shocked to see his weapon shattered, and then smug when he saw the lock of Yang's hair.
Yang's vision turned a deep shade of red, similar to her eyes. With a furious growl she activated her semblance, sending golden flames all across the club, breaking any glass that her brawl might have spared. She lunged, shortening the distance between them in a split second, and with a powerful punch to Junior's face, launched him through the second story window and onto the street below.
Yang jumped after him, intent to make sure he stayed down. Only to find a figure in red standing over her defeated opponent.
"Yang? Is that you?" Her younger sister, Ruby Rose, stood over the man, clad in a black blouse connected to a black skirt underneath a black corset, all with red highlights. A flowing red cloak billowed behind her as the unconscious Junior laid at her black boots.
"Oh, hey, sis!" Yang said, excitedly. All the anger she once felt during her fight had dissipated.
"What are you doing here?"
Yang sighed, putting her hand on her hip. "It's a long story."
Finally, all the trailers are done. I can move on to more original things. Someone in a review for one of the other trailers mentioned the idea of writing trailers for the members of team JNPR, and I thought Dang, that's a pretty good idea. So now I'm doing it. Thanks MajorBrony95 for the idea. After those trailers are done I have some longer stories I want to write, I'm only putting those off now because I want to get more practice in before I commit to something so long.
Anyways, until next time.