Prologue: The Mystery Woman

-A cafe, somwhere in London, shortly after the Second Street Fighter Tournament...-

The door opened to the small cafe and in stepped a woman. Aside the fact that she had long dark brown, most of her face was concealed by her fedora. She also wore a trenchcoat underneath her clothes, which consists of a black turtleneck sweater, black pants and matching hiking boots.

The mystery woman casually walked to a corner booth and took a seat. A waitress walked up to her, pen and pad in hand. "Haven't seen you around here before, love."

"Just passing through," the woman replied. "Can I have--"

The woman was abruptly cut off by nearly a dozen men armed with weapons barging into the establishment, yelling for everyone to move to the back wall. All were dressed in the same fashion: dirty blue jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests, sigaling that they were a part of a motorcycle gang. All did as they were told, except for the mystery woman.

One of them men spotted the woman. "Hey! I said move to the back wall!"

The woman didn't move.

The man, who was armed with a shotgun walked over to her and roughtly grabbed her by the shoulder. "Didn't you hear me--"

SNAP!

The man was cut off when the woman, with lighting speed, grabbed the man's hand and twisted it hard, snapping the wrist. She then followed with a backhand, knocking the man to the floor.

This catches the attention of the remamining 10 men. "What the--" one of them managed to blurt out, looking at his comrade on the ground, moaning in pain from his shattered wrist.

The woman slowly stood up, and slowly removed her fedora. Although her hat was no longer concealing her face, strands of her hair managed to partially hide her eyes, which were watching the would-be robbers closely. The woman then began to advance slowly on the intruders. Her hand slipped inside her coat and pulled out a gleaming Japanese Murumasa sword as she continued her stride.

Two of the men opened fire with their guns. The woman merely deflected one bullet and sliced the other in two. When the men fired again, she deflected the bullets again. This time she deflected them back to the gunmen. Both pieces of high-velocity lead caught both men in their shoulder, taking both men down, leaving eight men left.

Five of them rushed the girl. In several devestating moves, the girl took them all down with several swipes of her blade. Fortunately for them, the wounds were nonlethal, but were effective in incapacitating the men.

Now the remaining men were getting edgy. One of them grabbed the waitress from earlier and drilled the barrel of his gun into her forehead. "Stay back!" the robber warned.

Surprizingly enough, the woman stopped her advance. With her free hand, she knocked a discarded steak knife into the air and propelled it blade-first towards the attacker. The blade embedded itself in the attacker's eye, causing the man to scream in extreme pain, allowing the waitress to duck behind a booth. Now there were two men left.

The woman pointed towards the two men with her Murumasa. "If you value your lives, you will leave," she flatly stated.

The two remaining men heeded her advice and took off. However, they were subdued by the men inside. Meanwhile, the woman grabbed a discarded towel and cleaned the blood from her blade before placing it back into his sheath. She turned to the owner and tossed a small wad of bills onto the counter.

"Sorry about the mess," she apologized as she placed her fedora on her head.

Without another spoken word, she walked out of the cafe.