Yang Xiao Long

Your nerdy fantasies come rushing to the forefront of your mind and you head to the gym. Yang was arguably the most popular girl of the series back home, so the chance of bedding the buxom boxer was too great to pass up.

You make your way to the gym, the glass sliding doors opening for you as you pass. It looks every bit like you expected a gym to be; rows of workout equipment for strength as well as numerous treadmills and stationary bikes. In one corner however you noted there was sparring circle with a padded floor, and next to that, beating her fists furiously against a heavy punching bag was Yang.

She was even more stunning in person. Her wild mane of gold hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing the glistening skin of her shoulders. She was dressed in an orange tank top that seemed one size too small on her, mini shorts that hugged her curves, and white sneakers. On her hands were a pair of well-worn red leather boxing gloves. With headphones over her ears, she hardly noticed your presence. Time to make your move.

With a thought, your button t-shirt and jeans were replaced instantly with a black muscle shirt and blue basketball shorts. You made a mental note to morph your body as well to something far more befitting of a Huntsman. You can feel the difference immediately as your old, soft, and completely untrained muscles were sculpted to that of a trained warrior. The feel of your abs against your shirt were especially pleasing. Wondering how much further these powers of yours could go, you make the wish that you were trained in numerous martial arts from back home. You feel your vision blur for a moment as countless images flash in your mind. In a matter of moments, your memories are filled with knowledge that would make even the most experienced of martial artists green with envy. You chuckle internally as you quote Neo from the Matrix.

"I know Kung Fu," you whisper under your breath as you step onto the mat.

You let your new muscle memory take control as you fall into a kata routine, punching and kicking through the air with speed and power, your fists and feet a blur to the untrained eye. Your activity seems to have caught Yang's attention as you hear the rhythmic thumps of her punching fade away. Pretending to ignore her for the time being, you ramp up your performance and mix in acrobatics with your strikes. You seem to have her full attention now as she abandoned her bag to come watch at the edge of the ring. Deciding to end the show with a bang, you jump high into the air and fall back down to earth with an ax kick that shakes the ground with your landing. She whistles and claps her hands.

"Wow, you're really good!" she complements. "I don't think I've seen you around here before either. Are you new?"

"Not really no," you answer with a light pant. "I'm in my second year."

"An upperclassman huh? Then how about a spar?" she asks with a smirk. "I need a good sparring partner and no one else is here, and you seem plenty strong enough."