In a small section of space, orbiting a yellow star, earth floated through the Milky Way. But this version was nothing like the earth you know, as dinosaurs, dragons, magic, and much more exists here, but it's a rather peaceful world. On the eastern continent of Zerra, within the Capitol Z City, things weren't so peaceful however. Two gun toting thugs just busted down the door to the Z Bank. "Alright! If you don't want no violence or nothin', put all the Zeni in the bag!" the bigger brute yelled. "W-we know how to use these!" the skinny dude whimpered, shaking as he held the pistol. The lady at the register had her hands up, trembling more than the robber was. The door rings as it swings open, and an 18 year old girl with bushy orange hair and emerald green eyes walked into the bank. Her clothes were odd, as her top looked like traditional green fighting gi with a black undershirt, but instead of the normal pants, she had a green skirt with black shorts on underneath. She was paying no attention, lost in her phone as she bumped into the big guy.
"Oh, my bad. Wasn't watching where I was goin'," she said calmly, her voice having a slight Scottish accent to it. The big guy turned to face her, visibly irritated. "Oi! Don't you see the guns!?" he cried out, putting his all up in her face. She didn't even look up from her phone as she was typing away on it. "Ye ye it's a cool piece, I just need to get a withdrawal and-" He yells out to interrupt her and swung his big arm at the girl. She still didn't look up from her phone as she casually moved her own arm up, blocking his momentum completely. The robbers froze as she looked up at them, and it looked as though she just figured out what they were doing. Wimpy shot at her, but the lady just ducked down and lunged towards him. Neither could react fast enough as she threw an uppercut that tossed the dude straight into the roof of the bank. The brute started sweating when she turned to him, and after she took a single step towards him, he dropped everything and started bowing rapidly while apologizing and promising to never do it again.
"Agatha!" an older gentleman yelled as he ran inside, causing the lady to turn to him. Various people inside the bank were gasping and pointing. "Isn't that Cyrus?" someone asked. "The Grey Hound!? Wasn't he trained by the Turtle Hermit?!" another exclaimed. Cyrus put his hands on his hips disappointedly as Agatha let out a sigh. "They were robbin' the bank, what was I supposed to do?" she defended, crossing her arms. "Did they attack first?" Cyrus asked, and she nodded to him. He then just shrugged and headed back outside. "Ay ay ay..." she muttered as she headed up to the banker who started thanking her. Cyrus was waiting in his sky-blue hovercar, and once she had what she needed she raced out to him. The two headed towards an arena the city was famous for, as every two years a World Martial Arts Tournament is held, and every one is different. It started in a week with window to enter ending the next day, so Agatha wanted to enter early. But as they walked up to register, her heart sank as her gaze met the unique event being held.
"Tag Team!?" she exclaimed, dread filling her face. "Eeyup! Just need the two of ya to sign here~" the man at the booth said, but Cyrus put his hands up. "It was just her," he informed, and the man just sighed. "It's two v two matches this year, don't you have anyone you could enter with?" he asked. Agatha clutched onto her skirt, visibly distraught. "Well... Agatha was never one to make friends..." Cyrus sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "W-well we're open fer one more slot until tomorrow so, maybe you can find someone to join ya by then?" the man offered, but Agatha just scoffed, looking down in disappointment. "I could join with you if you want?" Cyrus offered, but she just sighed. "Eh... You'd just win 'em all... I'll just try again in two years..." Cyrus exhaled as she just walked off, heading towards the car. "Ehh... Sorry Mr. Cyrus sir..." the booth man said, bowing as the gentleman just waved him off as he got in the drivers seat.
Agatha returned to her home where her family was waiting with excitement, but everyone just sighed when she told them what happened as they sat for dinner. "That sucks hun, but there's always next time right?" her mother said, trying to reassure her. "Aye... But I really was looking forward to it," Agatha admitted, poking at her food with a fork unenthusiastically, not wanting to eat due to her mood. "Why not just go with that teacher of yours?" her dad asked, and she just scoffed at him. "If he came along, he'd be all 'Oooh Agatha, you should go for a wider stance, yer too unbalanced' and just one-shot the opponents," she explained, dropping her fork and standing up. "I need to go for a walk..." she stated as she walked out the front door. Her parents turned towards each other and just shook their heads. "That lass... I don't understand where her love for fighting came from," her dad scoffed, but her mother just patted his shoulder. "It's a passion of hers, and she's gotten good. This tournament was supposed to be her first real test..."
Agatha walked out from her house; a cozy condo set right next to a rather small forest Agatha was rather knowledgeable on. She's spent so much time here, she can navigate through it off just the shape of the trees. This was her quiet spot, and following the small crick that flowed through it, she reached the pond it led into. She poked at the water with a stick, lost in thought about the tournament. Something off the water caught her attention, as a bright light from above her glistened in the reflection. She looked up to get a better view, and dropped the stick in shock as she dove down. A meteor came flying down, smashing right next to the pond, creating a small stream into the new crater. Agatha sat up, patting herself down to make sure she wasn't blown up anywhere before crawling over to the crater to investigate. Inside, she noticed the meteor wasn't even rock, but some kind of metal. It looked quite beat up, and after skidding down to it she tapped on it, and something moved on the other side. She looked over, and saw a door that had been opened. Now on the defensive, she jumped up in front of the open door in a fighting position, but what was inside startled her. A smaller woman with short spiky hair was sitting inside unconscious, and she was wearing some weird armor with some kind of bushy belt. She looked no older than 16, and Agatha blinked in confusion before reaching forward to see if she was ok.