The Queen of the Underground (private ask before joining)

The shouts of the audience tundered throught the gritty hall, the lights were pointed on the ring and the smell of smoke and blood was thick. In the shadows of the audience shouts came "KILL KILL" One man laying on the floor of the ring while the other was continously slamming his fists in his face. A bell rung and the winner stood victorious.

"Tsuki its time" A man hurried inside the room, it was no bigger then a walk in closet. On the only bench sat a sixteen year old girl with white hair to her waist and an eyepatch on her right eye. A grin on her face and big red baggy pants, She stood up and followed the man as he guided her to the ring. Witha quike jump she flipped over the ropes and landed in the ring a loud aplausse erupted as she threw her hands in the air. From the other side a man entered he was at least 2 meters heigh and weighed 120 kilograms. Lyca seemed pleased instead of scared, she walked to the center and the giant man did to. A Bell was rung and they punched fists and jumped back "Please survive for atleast the first round" Lyca shouted at the guy.

"WHY YOU COCKY BRAT" The guy rushed forward and threw a punch at her, Lyca even though starting later punch his fist. They connected the giant guys fist bursted blood splatered from the torn wounds. "RAAAAAA" The guy flung his leg up aiming for her waist. Lyca lifted her leg and with a firm stride she planted her foot on his shin slamming it in the ground breaking his shin. "AAAAAAAAAAAARG" Lyca seemed to be enjoying it, the mans screams were like music to her ears. Yet the joy was short, Lyca kicked him in the side and as he skidded a few meters over the ring he layed unconcious on the floor. "This was the former champion? Lyca walked towards the corner with the mans trainer and manager "Give him a message when he wakes up, weak thrash should stay on the surface" She turned around knowing this man would never fight again.

She entered her room and unwrapped her fists of the bandages, blood covered both her face and her fists. She was getting tired of this ring, the stage was to small and the opponents to weak. It could not be that she was the only one this strong, the only one who possesed this power. More frequently she had these thoughts, but how would one find them. She always told herself people with power will seek each other to measure there power but none had shown up in this underground figthing scene. Or had they? were they still weaker then her? She threw water in her face and grinned remembering the sounds of the fight, the feeling of bone snapping. She decided, she would leave this place and enter the surface to seek them out. It would not be easy her manager would not allow it she is his income. Though Lyca had known she had grown more powerfull then them even if they did have guns.

From herprice money she had bought something nice, one of the visitors of this underground fighting ring was a blacksmith. He had used special metal that colored black after creation and added a crimson gaurd and hilt. The crimson scabbard let the black blade, when drawn, come out even stronger. An excitement flooded her as she waited till the hall was filled, it would not fit a champion......no a QUEEN to fight without an audience. She put on a white raincoat and put her katana around her waist, She needed nothing else. She kicked the door of her dressing room open and walked into the crowd, some turned around and shouted compliments too her.

She stopped in front of the one that had helped her and payed her for the fights. She grinned at him "What is it dear?" The man looked at her. "There's nothing left here for me, i quit" With that she preformed an Iai and cut his arm clean of. The scream sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, the blood sprayed over her white coat coloring it dark red. The scream made the people around her panic, The wave of screams and moans gave her such a rush she couldn;t stop herself from penetrating her katana straight through a man running for his life.

The hall was painted red with blood that night, gunshot scars on the walls and streaks of katana strikes on the floor and walls. Lyca stepped outside covered in blood, not only that of others but also of her own. She had grown strong but not invincible, a few gunshots had penetrate into her abdoment and her arms and legs. She used the Katana as a wedge and popped the bullets out. Luckly the shots had not penetrate anything important, it had been fun, yet still not enough. A bigger rush, more pain, more screams, She needed stronger opponents. She would find them, she knew they were out there.

But where?