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The Outsiders: Meeting 2

It was going to be their second meeting, and she already had an idea from Beastboy that he'd drummed up some interest in some the newly pod popped. So she'd been making alterations to the Outsider headquarters all day, from checking out the intercom and monitors Billy fixed (she needed Alex's help for that) to helping to set the new carpet in the lobby to preparing the pool for the training session. It was absolutely important that today grow well: she was going to tell the group she was trying to petition Leon to get them more involved in missions. Even if he said no, there were chances that they as individuals would be pulled into some dangerous situation and then all that training WOULD come in handy, wouldn't it? Either way the training would be coming in handy, as would meeting the people that would come to the second meeting. In a way, the second meeting was more important than the first: the second told you who was staying, who hadn't just popped in for the snacks and a few laughs. She still had those of course: chips and dip and a few sandwiches were already set up for people who were hungry.

As for her, all of this work had already made her really sweaty and stinky, so she was taking a dip in the pool to clean herself off, careful to only do so in the shallow part of the water reserved for small kids: once she was good and clean, she would flush that water out, and fill it with clean water again. For now, she wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. Of course, she was also nude for this, so she figured if Beastboy dropped in now, she'd have to dry off pretty quickly.

So far though: room were all clean, conference room was a-okay and the lobby was spotless. For the moment she could relax. She'd be ready in a few minutes.

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She would have dodged the fire and definitely made her way out of the claws, but the tail was something she hadn't accounted for. It missed her only just: the impact knocked her hard to the ground, face first. She swore silently, but was up a moment later. Oh, if she only had her flame thrower...

But that was okay. Now it was looking where she fell, and she'd hidden herself pretty well. She was going to have to go for the shot NOW, otherwise she was risking another body hit. She loaded her guns, and was steadying herself.

The dragon turned, and then took advantage of the space it had been offered in this cavernous cavern by spreading its wings, then flapping them hard to lift it off the ground as it kicked off.

He was flying? Oh GOOD. That was going to make things a little harder for her, because now she was going to have to make sure her aim was perfect. Still, the advantage of the dragon flying was that it's weakness was going to be at an angle she could reach.

She walked stealthily, making no noise, and readied the glock. She barely breathed, but as the dragon started to ascend, she had a moment to take aim and hit the spot she was going for: the dragon's eyes.

The bullet ricocheted noisily off the dragon's cornea in a flare of sparks. It roared angrily, its flight wobbling as it whipped overhead, then around in an immense curve. An excellent stratagem; a wise choice of weak spots. But the dragon hadn't been blinded yet.

Damn. Lousy dragons with their tough hides. Just as well though: bullets were small, and very hard to hit the mark of something with such a rough hide. No, it looked like she was going to have to go all out.

So she waited a minute, then, within range, she struck again, only this time with throwing stars. The guns and the butterfly knife weren't the only things that she'd ad on her for a weapon.

The dragon spun in midair, swatting the weapons away with the membranes of its wings. Then it tucked in its tail, stretched its head, and swooped about in a long arc.

Clearly, it was coming back on a flame-strafing run.

And Katara, who had just arrived, saw exactly the situation. She knew about dragons from her world, particularly how they were the originators of firebending, but this dragon was nothing like them. It was vicious, violent, and needed to be put down.

In this moment Katara remembered the Ohm from that planet, and her resolve was certain. She moved in the blink of an eye, her speed from the Bene Gesserit improving what she had been able to do back in her own world. In a moment the dragon was being hit by a barrage of ice projectiles, and Katara was just getting started.

The dragon took a sharp blow to its side from several of the pellets -- not necessarily because it had failed to react, but because its controlling intelligence hadn't.

So THAT was what that 'waterbending' thing on Katara's status screen meant. Zetta filed that away for future reference with a grin. This wasn't at all what he'd planned for this training, but hey, he should've known not many people would be brave enough to challenge the Overlord!

...wait, what did it say that the two who WERE were, like, adolescent girls?

Oh well, he didn't understand grown ones, why should young ones make any more sense?

The dragon spun into a wingover, its tail cracking past the sound barrier as it righted itself, then opened its jaw to rain torrential flaming death on Katara.

Oh GOOD. She had needed cover, and she got it from this chick that could apparently use water. These powers really threw her for a loop sometimes: she HAD to meet Batman when she got the chance.

But there had been one more trick up Hit girl's sleeve and it came in the form of that long blade on a stick she'd used at Raoul's. She rarely got to use it since more situations called for a gun, and that was a shame: she was especially trained in this.

What was more, she was an excellent shot if she had the chance. She remembered Kick ass commenting on how her butterfly knife had hit that one stoner idiot so on point. And this was way more important.

So this time, she didn't go for grazing the body, but back to the eyes again, hoping to blind it.

Hmm. Zetta found himself honestly conflicted, trying to decide what was appropriate -- but hey, maybe he'd been a bit TOO unfair when he put the kid up against the massive dragon.

The dragon howled as the blade pierced its eye, its breath choking off before it could engulf and annihilate the waterbender. It jinked left sharply, then wingovered into a swift arc that nearly grazed the far end of the cavern.

And Katara was going to take her chance too-after all, the Ohm was just as bad, and there wouldn't BE any do overs when that happened. That meant taking every advantage that was given to you.

With dragon blinded Katara actually COULD propel herself fairly high. As she started to come toward the dragon with an ice boulder, she remembered the first lesson she ever learned with the Bene Gesserit: distribution of weight to use against your opponent and make them fall. For something like a dragon it was definitely going to take the energy out of her, but at least the dragon would be tremendously thrown off balance.

"This is what I get for balancing it for one person," Zetta muttered, as the dragon smashed headlong into the cavern wall. Katara hadn't seriously injured it, just thrown it off-balance. Its own mass, however, did what she hadn't. With a horrible crackling as its comparatively fragile wing-bones, trapped between rock and body, snapped, the dragon rebounded off the cavern wall to land on the ground heavily.

Hit girl had NOT stopped evaluating the situation, not even when the water girl got involved. She wasn't sure how it happened, but it seemed that she'd been able to provide enough force to actually knock the creature off balance. Oh, the water girl would be smarting for that in the morning (she wasn't Superman), but that was ok since she gave her EXACTLY what she needed. The dragon was still a bulky, awkward creature, and the temporary knock down due to its own weight was an opportunity she needed to cease while it was still stunned.

And Hit girl knew about the importance of taking any situation you could get.

She ran toward the spear knife with every ounce of energy she had, and jumped as high as she could, landing just a little below its arms, near the neck. With a yell, she brought the blade down in a slashing movement, using all her strength to tear, and it would take all her strength too. The dragon hide would still be rough to cut through.

Katara hit the ground unceremoniously, groaning. Great, her whole body was going to be aching after this. She just hoped that little girl would be all right. The dragon at least would take a moment to recover...

And then she saw the little girl was not only up but attempting to slit the dragon's throat.

"You've GOT to be kidding me," she muttered. "This girl is out for blood!"

The scales on the neck were just that much smaller and thinner than most places, to allow the dragon a greater ranger of uninhibited motion. That made all the difference. The blade scored through the armor and into the flesh beneath, which almost instantly erupted into a spurt of blood.

The blow, though telling, had not been mortal -- at least not immediately. The dragon shook its head to clear it, rolling its massive bulk to its feet. As of yet, it hadn't even processed the girl, nor the fact that the sudden pain in its neck stemmed from something other than the fall.

Hit Girl hit the ground hard, scratching her face a bit and definitely jarring her bones, but otherwise okay. She got up, and now the guns were in her hands again. The old way was fine enough, but now was the time for the weapon that had become a necessity in her world.

And the shots went right at the neck, to deepen the wound. Hopefully this would seal the deal.

Zetta was reluctantly forced to admit he'd underestimated the girl's aim. Not the girl herself -- he'd hit her with a dragon after all -- but that was some pretty damn impressive accuracy.

That being said, he put the damn dragon out of its unreal misery as it began to thrash. "Not bad," he said. "You guys hurt?"

Katara got up and groaned a little. yes, she was still very, VERY wary about that girl because of what she'd seen, but at the same time, she wondered if she'd ever seen such viciousness from anyone on the ship. She did know, however, that she was going to feel this in the morning.

"Good," she moaned, flexing her shoulder. "How are you, uh..."

Out of nowhere, one of Zetta's minions crashed out of the sky to the ground. The minion, a blond-haired woman in a tunic, lifted a staff in Katara's direction, invoking a mild spell of healing on the waterbender.

Hit girl watched, and grinned when she saw the person fall out of the sky. Superhealing, huh? Pretty trippy.

"I'm good," she said, ignoring the blood running down her face. "Don't need anything to detract. It's been a little while...the pain makes me feel pretty damn good."

"You're pretty brutal," the book said appreciatively. "I'd say you're more hardcore than most girls your age."

Katara, at a loss for words with this girl, just nodded. Only ten.

What had this girl SEEN?!

This sort of thing didn't bother Zetta in the slightest. Demons started (proportionally) young too, after all. The brightest lights and best talents of the Netherworld often showed themselves at a very young age.

"So, guns and pointy objects, huh? Got anything else in your bag of tricks?"

Then to Katara, he added, "Ice power, huh? That and healing?"

Hit Girl snickered. "Just a human, but I'm a fighter until the end. This is the only way you can be a hero in the world I come from: we beat our enemies completely so they don't come back together again. At any point, we could die. We don't stop fighting until we're dead."

She looked over at the water girl. "What do you mean heal?"

"Damn. Your WORLD is brutal," Zetta said, a little alarmed. Then he parsed something else she'd said, and relaxed. "Oh, heroics."

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