How she became lost is a mystery, this town is so small. But all the alleyways look the same and appear to be spawning or cloning themselves. She swears she's been down this one before... twice, maybe. Her new foster mom is going to be so pissed off about how late she is.
There's a scuff behind her -
And then a heavy weight slams into her back.
She manages to not land on her face, the brief second warning counting for something, but she falls nonetheless.
-- and quickly jumps up and spins to see what (who?) hit her.
A woman. Kind of short. Black hair, pale skin, wiry build that doesn't match her strength.
She looks annoyed.
"Your situational awareness is shit."
And she's closing again, fist raised.
"Wasn't really expecting someone to sucker punch me in the back. What the hell!" She tries to dodge out of the way -- and unexpectedly does so easily, slipping under her defenses to push the older woman back. With surprising strength.
She grabs and throws Sara.
Sara goes flying further down the alley, falling against a few empty cardboard boxes.
"Would you stop," she growls, her temper rising to the surface. She doesn't know what this bitch's problem is, but she is not having it.
Sara growls and rushes at the woman, tackling her around her middle and throwing her into the hard brick wall.
The woman twists, kicks at the back of Sara's knee - and she's just as unfairly fast, perhaps a hair stronger -
Sara yells and lashes out at her, punching wildly.
She dodges, catches and redirects the blow, then punches Sara in the stomach.
Sara wheezes and looks around wildly, looking for something, anything to help. She hones it on a stray piece of wood, broken from some sort of crate and grabs it -- she lunges at the woman. No thought to running, just fight. Her aim heartseeking.
The woman only gets mostly out of the way, the wood hitting her side.
She backs off. Says, "Good. You know how to use your instincts."
Yeah, she's not backing down. She's too angry, too scared, too hurt, and attempts to use the wood as a blunt instrument.
She gets thrown to the ground for her troubles, the wood snatched out of her hand - the woman's suddenly stronger and faster.
"Perseverance is important but so is knowing when your dumb ass is out matched. Calm the fuck down."
"You're the one who attacked me." More lunging and punching.
She'll keep fighting until Sara's out of steam, never really taking a full-on blow, hitting super-humanly hard - but Sara feels the blows even less than adrenaline can explain.
She's confused and still angry, but -- interested. "What are you doing to me?"
"It's your own power. I'm merely showing you it. Not all your opponents will be so kind."
"By ambushing me in a deserted alley?! What are you even talking about?"
"A decade ago you would've gotten some crusty old man more tied to his books than reality. Magic conspiracy is fresh out of crusty old men, so you're stuck with my ass."
"You have powers. Strength. Speed. Reflexes. Instincts. Strange dreams. There's those who'd hunt you for it. I'm here to make sure you live to twenty five."
Sara backs off, stunned at her words. Thinking them over, her mind whirling. She does feel strong. Fast. The woman was hitting her hard but she's still standing.
"You're being serious. I -- what. You know about the dreams."
"Part of the package. And for the ambush - consider it a pop quiz. You're better than most newbies, at least."
This is all so much. "You do this often?"
"First time pissing someone off enough to get this particular assignment, but I've trained people before."