After a day of training, Zhen was heading back to the hut. While he was walking, he suddenly got a small power level feeling. He stopped and tried to focus to see where it was coming from, but it was gone.
"Probably my imagination," he thought to himself.
He continued on, and arrived at the hut. Suddenly out of nowhere, a stranger jumped down from a tree and kicked Zhen right in the face, sending him flying backward.
"What the...," Zhen moaned, his jaw soring in great pain.
Managing to get up, he looked up at the stranger still standing there. He wasn't a large man, he was actually a bit shorter than Zhen, probably 5'5" or 5'6", but he was pretty buffed up. His hair was long and black, which brought out his pale white skin and bright green eyes. He wore a green tunic with brown leather pants and boots.
"Oooh,that must have hurt," the stranger said in a accent Zhen didn't recognize.
Zhen stared at him coldly, and answered back, "Okay, creep, what's the deal?"
"Nothing personal, my friend," he responded, "just felt like kicking the shit out of someone today."
"First of all, I'm not your friend. Second of all, after that sucker attack, I feel like kicking the shit out of someone too...YOU!"
And without warning, Zhen flew at the stranger delivering a fist straight to the stomach.
"Ooooh!" he moaned.
Without stopping, Zhen delivered a uppercut to his chin, sending him to the air. Zhen flew up with him, and hit him with a hammerfist with both his fists that sent the man in green back down toward the ground. But right before he hit the ground, the stranger flipped over and landed on his feet.
"Not bad. But if that's all you got, you better quit now," the stranger said.
Zhen wasn't intimidated. "Don't worry. I got more from where that came from."
Zhen came flying down. In mid flight he turned over feet first, ready to stomp the other fighter. Right before Zhen hit the ground, the stranger dodge out of the way.
The stranger caught Zhen with a fist in the face and started pounding him with punches and kicks. Then Zhen ducked and hit the stranger with a jab-cross-sidekick-combo. The stranger flew back, Zhen following up, but he bounced off a tree and got Zhen with roundhouse kick. Zhen hit the ground, but rolled back up.
"You're quick," Zhen said. "But you won't get away this time."
Both fighters flew up to the air, hitting back and forth.
Finally they caught each others fist and locked. Then Zhen noticed something odd about the stranger: he had pointy ears! He didn't see it before because of his hair.
"What are you looking at?" he said, and without waiting for an answer, he kneed Zhen in the stomach and threw him to the ground. Zhen was flying down, stopped himself in mid flight. The pointy-eared fighter came flying toward Zhen. Zhen dodged back and back-flipped kick the other fighter. The stranger went back and hit the ground.
"Had enough?" Zhen asked.
The stranger stood up. "Not even close."
He got into a fighting stance. Suddenly, he divided into three fighters, all looking the same.
"Uh oh! This isn't good."
