A Certain Scientific Code Vader

Chapter 26 ⅔ - A Certain Parallel Blockade

"Yeah sure." Jeong-Min could only shrug at Mara's sarcasm. "Let me guess you want to know why I'm doing this?"

"That won't be necessary," Jeong-Min declines. "I just don't care anymore Mara, or maybe I never care. I don't think you realize it yet, or knew, there was never a me, Li Mei, and you. I never consider you a friend. You was just that annoying lousy bitch, that took advantage of Li Mei's gullible kindness. So I had to pretend I mind your company. You were lucky back then, all you had to do was cry and whine about how hard it is to be a level "0." Genuinely I was sick of it, you use that for whatever excuse you needed to I read through your selfish and unethical exploiting ways a long time ago, you always made things all about you. You wear out your welcome and when Li Mei ever level up, you always had to play guilt trip. So you can save it."

"Huh? ... Hahaha!! Me the bitch?!" Mara tilt her head, chuckling and displaying her deranged wicked smile. "Guess who's talking, I guess what the guys back at school said about you is true, you really are the school bitch! Omg! Add crazy. You want to talk about me using Li Mei? What are you getting outta this huh? Because you coming here yourself you got some nerve! I've been in Skill-Out gangs for about over a year now. We handle groups of espers on daily basis, WHAT I NEED TO CRY FOR! I'm a level "0" and I'll still kick your ass! I don't need to relay on some damn esper!" Mara catch her breath as her voice echo throughout the sewers. The series of sounds caused by the reflection of sound waves, calmed Mara nerves, allowing her to collect herself.

Studying Mara, Jeong-Min sighs giving in to her curiosity. "Wow, this the lowest I've ever seen you, you were an asshole, but this is a bit much, it's almost out of character for you. This usually be the part where you realize there might not be no coming back from this, no chickening out of this. We'll have it your way." Jeong-Min lift herself up and charge towards Mara.

"Pathetic. Easy read. Mara position her baseball bat for Jeong-Min's approach. Mara's tactical brawling senses were kin. Mara been in so many fist fights that she natural develop a sort of reaction to movement patterns and angles as if she knew exactly where to block from just the position or when a flint could possibly be thrown. A sort of perception that can only be used when focus. She blocked at Jeong-Min but seemed to hit an afterimage of Jeong-Min's speed. Jeong-Min's speed allowed her an a sharp right jab through Mara's defense. After landing a successful two piece, Jeong-Min aggressively close in but her light flashing jabs showed to be ineffective, Mara brush off the attacks and counter with a elbow charge. Jeong-Min lost her balance spacing distance for a power shot for Mara. "Your punches have speed but lack power."

Mara's lightning fast counter strike was fortunately blocked. Jeong-Min space herself away from Mara's reach to collect herself.

"Nope! I'm not letting you get away!" Mara taunts rushing In for another swing. Taking control offensively, breaks the distance with a light face swing only for Jeong-Min to parry back. Jeong-Min's parry not only broke Mara's  attack and defense but left her wide-eyed from her baseball bat flinging from out her hands. "Damn it a disarmed parry! How did I missed tha..." Jeong-Min's sudden speedly power kick cause the brawler to hurl  saliva. "A kick?! Why yo..." But before Mara can cry and complain Jeong-Min threw a sudden fury of consecutive kicks. Jeong-Min took a step back and threw a power strike kick. Mara's body twirl and crash onto the hard metallic surface.

A unruly neck length reddish brown hair boy enters the lobby, he's reddish-brown eyes quickly glance at his fellow colleges. Reading into the frowns from the anti-skill officers, and judgement recruits.

"Yeah you're right. I lack talent in some areas in combat, I'm not even good at throwing power shot punches due to my light weighted body, so I practice my entire combat technique in kicking. If I can muster this much, I have to be good at least something."