Two figures crashed through the red orange brick prison walls! Dust and Debris bounced and filled the weight room while dozens and hundreds of Kilograms were tossed around effortlessly by their collision!
One of the figures was a woman with long hair in the shade of ebony that was thickly curled and woolish in texture. Twisted into tubes that descended down her back. The Uniform she wore was torn into something that resembled barely a crop top and shorts.
Her back slammed against a weight rack with strength that caused the woman to let out a pained scream!
This woman was one that had known the necessity of violence. But never sought it out. But no one shows up on this level of Styx without having been combative in some form. And indeed. She was quite combative. Standing up for herself in every way.
This was due to the fact that Styx, was not a gender segregated prison. Criminals were Criminals in the eyes of the World Government. Anyone could be sent to styx if their crimes were deemed as damaging to the State or Peace and Order.
The man however. Who stood much taller, and much bulkier than her. He was large like a body builder and stood towering over her 5'5 Frame at nearly 8 Feet tall. This man was far different than the woman. Brutal, Unforgiving, and a seeker of violence at every turn.
Connecting her heels together, the woman slammed her heels into the mans solar plexus! Causing him to have his breath lurch from his lungs! His arms loosening for the speedy woman to drop from his grasp and dash away!
She slammed small fists into the side of the brute! Ribs bruising and crackign with the flurry of a hundred blows into the mans side!
His teeth grit, as he rose his hand up! And attempted to deliver a backwards Haymaker to the Woman!
She was fast however. Faster than him. Even if physically weaker. She had put a lot of training and time into speed and technique as opposed to the man. She put decent distance between her and the Man, who now lifted up a weight lifting plate that was 500kg and threw it like a discus through the air!
Raising her arms up! The plate cracked against her arms! Fractures spiderwebbing across the bones beneath her skin! "Grhh!"
Men and Women. Particularly those of the Sex, are said to be unevenly matched at birth and throughout life without proper training and power to balance this imbalance. With those of the Female sex in all Parahuman Races tending to be perceived as the weaker sex.
But a fact of the universe was this; It did not matter you race, your sex, or position in the world. Everyone was equal with enough time and practice. Training and Will. With everyone having the same end point and limit. It just matters the struggles and tribulation that it takes to reach it being different for everyone.
The brute Stomped towards her! Feet cracking the ground with each stride as he reeled a fist back! And slammed it into the ground! But- He had aimed for the woman?!
WIth a leap! She slammed her shin into his nose! Blood exploding from the nostrils and being sent skidding backwards! The Crimson Ichor dripping to the ground…A silent pitter patter of the liquid sounding out between the huffs and puffs as they took the small moment to refocus themselves.
The woman wiping her mouth. The man bringing two fingers to the flow, and taking a lick…A devious smile spreading across his gnarled teeth
Then! In the blink of an eye the two clashed again! The Man now carrying a barbell of 45 lbs! Swinging it like a paper tube!
The woman leaned back! Back arching with incredible agility as the bar caused a wave of pressurized air to slam into the wall! Cracking it into a crater!
Falling back on her hands, she kipped up and launched herself into the strong washboard of an abdomen across the mans stomach!
With a raised fist! He slammed a hammer fist into her chest! Crashing the ground and cracking it! Blood spewing from her throat! A foot then slammed into the mans knee! At just the right angle and just the right speed and strength! That the bone popped from the socket and pierced the skin! Blood puddling!
He was unable to keep himself from stumbling backwards! The woman, with her chest nearly caved in from the superior strength and durability of the man, staggered back to her feet. With fingers slinking around the barbell. She grasped it in both hands….And with a primal roar! She cocked it back and-
Swung! With enormous speed that made up for the strength and bulk, equating to a similar impact strength of the man-! The metal collided with his jaw! Cracking, breaking, utterly shattering the Mandible! At the same time, it came off its hinge And tore away from its flesh and sinew, the Barbell snapped! And sudden ringing filling the air!
A sharp metallic clang! The upper half spinning and rotating like a gymnast from a top swing! A wet smack, and the teeth, bone, and flesh…Pattered across the ground. Followed by the crescendo of metal against floor…
"Haff…Haff…Wheeeze…" A wince. Another groan. The woman limped off the floor. Hearing the man moan in pain behind her…Before-
She too collapsed onto the ground in a heap…