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Year one: chapter 3

  Hana looked at the intruder. The bastard who had cost her 3 DAYS of effort. The rage boiling just beneath her skin begging for a release from their flesh prison.

  She took a step back. Her dad's lessons whispering in her mind. Get distance, evaluate and assess the enemy. So she did just that. He was big, strong obviously, but his posture and stance didn't seem like that of someone with training.

  The second lesson was to check her souroundings catalog what she could use. Which wasn't much, she wasn't really willing to use her TV or game station as she'd litterly rather die then loose them. That left the knives, dishes, and various pots and pans in the kitchen. A single chair. Blankets and clothes in her bedroom.

  It wasn't a lot but it was what she could think of. A few plans on how to use them formulated in her mind. She could have the hands tie the blankets around the brute. She orderd one of the hands in the kitchen to turn on the stove and place one of her skillets on it. Various other plans came to mind but she narrowed it down to 5.

  She needed to have a clear goal in mind. What was she willing to do? She didn't want to kill the intruder but she knew to leave the option open incase things escalated beyond a fight. Her goal was to hurt, not to kill. Maybe break a few bones.

  She orderd the hand with the pot to attack the intruder. The red glowing hand zipped over, holding a pot which hana could feel the heat through the telepathic link. It curved like a baseball and slammed the pot right into the intruders cheek. The man let out a shriek of pain as his skin immediately turned red around the pan. Then a strange thing happend. The intruder grew larger, his muscles bulged. It wasn't by much but still enough to be noticeable.

  "Oh shit"

  She barely had enough time to duck as his massive hand attempted to punch her face in. Instead his hand hit the wall next to her. Cracking the plaster were it hit. She had to pivot as his other hand shot out to grab her by the neck. It was a close thing and Hanna was already sweating as adrenaline coursed through her.

  She gave an order to the hand and it moved the hot pan slowly upward. Up to his eye. The intruder howled as his right eye burned. Once again growing bigger. He had gone from 8 ft to 9ft with his muscles large enough to rival tires. His speed had increased as well as Hanna had to keep ducking and doging and pivoting in rapid succession. The guy didn't even seem to be growing tired.

  Eventually she faltered as fatigue began to set in. She had just enough time to put her hands up in front of her head as the intruders massive fist collided with her body. The force of the strike was strong enough to send her flying into her dining room. She landed on a chair breaking it under her weight. She groaned as a second later the pain hit her. Her arms ached but at least they weren't broken.

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  She knew the pain would probably be a lot worse if it weren't for the fact that she was less sensitive to physical pain. Although she paradoxically couldn't handle being hot or itchy. Quirks were Quirks and in this case it happend to be an advantage.

  She stood up just in time to dodge to the side as the man's fist hit the ground. Punching a hole into the floor. Her arms were barely respond and she was all ready tired. Her feet shaked as she stood up only for the man to charge forward and grab her by the throat.

  Hanna struggled and kicked at the man to no effect. The guy was just to strong. She orderd the hand that was still holding the pot on the man's eye, to drop the pot and go for his groan. The man let out a gasp and dropped her as the corpeal hand squeezed.

  "You. Fucking. Bitch." He let out in pained groans and gasps. Hanna replied with high five to the face followed by an uppercut from her left hand. He predictably grew larger, but it stopped being an advantage as his head now reached the ceiling forcing him hunch his body.

  She went for a jab at his face only for him to swiftly grab her arm. The strength of his grab was strong enough to have her bones groaning from the pressure. He then squeezed and Hanna felt something break in her arm.

  He let go with a vicious smirk.

  "Heh. Lets you fight with only one arm you bi" he never got to finish that sentence as Hanna slammed her broken arm into the man's face.

  Two hands emerged from her bedroom carrying large ropes made from blankets, sheets, and clothes. She ordered them to wrap it around the intruders neck and pull. The man tried desperately to swing at the hand but they were to fast for him and he started making choking noises as the makeshift rope was pulled tight around his throat.

  She started punching him. Punctuating each hit with an enraged voice.

  "You. SMACK. Made. SMACK. Me.. SMACK. LOOSE!!!"

  She continued to punch at him as he tried to rip the hand off his crotch and ineffectual swat at the hand holding the rope tight. Neither attempt succeeded and even his constant growing in size hadn't managed to rip apart the fabric, though the fabric was straining.

  She punched. And punched. And punched. When her right couldn't even move any more she moved to her left and punched more.

  She kept punching until the cops showed up and pulled her away. She struggled even as the pain of her shattered arms made black spots appear in her vision.

  Was this an overreaction? Maybe one might say it was childish. Maybe it had been taken to far?

  It was not her who started the fight. It was not her who had first thrown attacks that could have easily killed her. Did she go to far? Only in escalation to a threat to her life.

  Was her anger unjustified? What if someone took a cherished item and broke it front of you. Imagine that Item was a goal that you had spent days trying to achieve. What if that thing was the only thing in the world that brought you fun and joy.

  Either way she was quickly taken to the hospital. Either way she was questioned by the police. And the consequences of her actions could be seen by the double casts on her arm. Shed payed for her rage one might say.

  It was with these thoughts running through her head as she was held in the questioning room of the police. A dark uncomfortable room with a glaring light and a single metal table. The only furnishing two uncomfortable iron chairs that had Hanna deciding to stand rather then sit. That the man walked in.

  The man who would change her life. The man in the suit with a name tag "Jordan Rift" Heroes Associatio.

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