Dodge! (requires 3 DEXTERITY)

Reacting in time to avoid the door, you slip to the wall behind it & still yourself.

Don't breathe, don't move.

You don't, for a moment that feels like an eternity. Finally, she steps back inside & locks up. After you hear them step away, you let yourself move again. You remain nearby to continue listening in. Maybe for curiosity, maybe to spite this asshole who threw a door at you.

"Fen, what'd you do? Fen!" The phone voice is concerned, almost frightened.

"Thought I heard something."

"For the love of God Fen, you can't smack around everyone who looks at you funny. They'll kick you out for that!"

"I'll smack them too." Fen couldn't care less.

The phone makes a very conscious effort to calm herself. "Look, look, I promised you a place to fight & fuck & fuck-fight. I'll bet you've already had a few liaisons, right?"

"That Indian slut & the little blonde, sure. Still haven't had a fight yet, or seen this 'John' of yours."

What? She's here for me?

"He's not mine you... just remember that he's your first match & you're going to squash him, right?"

"Uh huh."

They are after me!

"Squash him until he's dripping of your fingers."

"Sure thing."

"Until he's a pile of broken little fucking pieces that I'll scrape up &..." The phone woman would continue but Fen hung up on her.

"Shut up, jeez. Wow John, how'd you piss her off?" she asks to nobody.

I don't know, I don't even recognise her voice. The hell's going on?

Your done here. You're half down the hallway when her door swings open, but by the time you turn to see she's down the other end of it. From behind & at a distance, you can only make out 3 things about her.

1: Skin tone the colour of honey. With an Asian complexion, the name Fen, & the initials H.K., she's probably from Hong Kong.

2: Street clothes, torn jeans & muscle shirt. Not much care for appearances.

3: A head taller than you & the biggest muscles you've ever seen. Big enough to lift at an Olympic level you'd wager.

& she's coming for you. Just for you.

Gulp.