A/N: The plot bunny attacked me while I was writing A Little Piece of Heaven and I had to write this or I would be forever distracted when I wrote. Sooo ta da! A Sergei Dragunov fanfic by yours truly. I apologize how detailed this chapter is and for the lack of action, but I plan on it getting better (it does involve Dragunov so it kinda has to be violent). If you would like to see the picture the main character, Jae, go to this link (and obviously remove all of the (dot) and replace with actually dots):

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I recommend going to see what Jae looks like. I think she looks pretty badass (pardon my language). Ok! Other than that, please enjoy this new story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken

It was a devastating victory; and she remembered it vividly. Not only did it appear in her nightmares every night, but she was constantly reminded of it during the day. Ever since Sergei Dragunov defeated her with a crushing grab move, breaking her right leg in several places, Jae had walked with a permanent limp. She was just thankful that it didn't affect her fighting unless her leg was specifically targeted or she was fighting for a long time. She supposed it could always be worse.

Jae had to accept that she was a tall woman, standing at 5'9". When she participated in the King of the Iron Fist Tournament 5, she towered over all of the female opponents except for Emilie De Rochefort who was a full seven inches taller than her. Before the tournament, Jae was an impressively high ranking officer in the Korean Special Forces. She had been extremely dedicated to the Special Forces, honing her body to a near-perfect killing machine. Her long legs, as well as her arms, were toned and muscular. Her stomach was flat, not an inch of unnecessary fat on her body.

When it came to her elder brother, Jae was very similar to him. They both possessed that carefree attitude that made opponents underestimate them in a fight. Unlike Howarang, however, Jae would always become very serious in her fights.

While Hwoarang strictly used taekwondo, Jae used a mixture of hand-to-hand combat learned in the army and taekwondo. The combination of grabs and powerful kicks could take down anyone that stood before her.

That is, until she fought against Sergei Dragunov. She hated him for crippling her the way he did. Her limp was extremely noticeable. It was for this very reason that Jae was determined to enter in the sixth King of the Iron Fist Tournament. She had to beat Dragunov. Her brother often compared the rivalry to his with Jin Kazama: fiery, determined, and a need for victory. It was time to claim that victory; it was time to claim her revenge.

Jae stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself securely in a towel. She exited the steamy bathroom to her room, towel-drying her dark red hair in the process. She grabbed a brush from her dresser and waged a five minute battle with the tangles in her fiery mane. As soon as her hair dried, it would fall just below her back, pin-straight, so she didn't have to worry about styling it to keep it tame.

The Korean woman walked over to her closet and opened it to reveal a particularly boring wardrobe. All of her clothes consisted of blackish gray cargo pants, a sleeveless shirt cropped to expose her midriff and a sleeveless cargo jacket, both in the same color as the pants. The only other article of clothing in her closet was the snow white taekwondo gi, something she rarely wore.

Jae grabbed one of the many identical outfits and a matching black bra and panties. She slipped into her clothes quickly, looking at the clock on the nightstand beside her bed. She would have to hurry if she wanted to leave in ten minutes and arrive on time.

Looking around hastily, she finally spotted the armband that she wore over the thin white scar on her left arm. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of her scar; she just didn't like looking at it. She supposed that made her a little vain.

Jae scolded herself for throwing the armband down carelessly, along with her gloves. She put them both on before grabbing a black belt to put on as well. Jae allowed herself a little more leisure when she laced up her black combat boots. Finally dressed, she hopped up from where she was sitting on her bed and strolled out the door after grabbing her keys and an apple from the kitchen counter.

Sergei Dragunov had no idea what he was in for.

Jae parked her Jeep next to a motorcycle in the parking lot. A quick glance at the motorcycle told her that her brother was already here.

She looked around the arena area for where all of the fighters were suppose to meet. For some strange reason, the tournament sponsors would always have it hidden. Jae sighed. She figured it was the tournament's clever way of weeding out the ignorant fighters.

Jae finally found a small, dark wooden door tucked underneath the stands had a sign with minute writing that said: KING OF THE IRON FIST FIGHTERS. She limped towards the door, sending glares at the people who were staring at her.

Sergei Dragunov sat quietly in the corner of the darkly lit room with his back to the wall, his pale eyes flitting across the room observantly. He watched the various veteran fighters arrive. Most of them settled at the bar, sipping various types of alcohol. Sergei resisted the urge to sneer at them. Some of the most dangerous fighters in the world contained in a confined space and half of them were getting drunk.

Sergei's eyes were drawn to the door when another fighter arrived. A tall woman slipped in that he recognized immediately. Her dark red hair fluttered around her, framing her determined face. Her coal black eyes scanned the room. When she spotted him half-hidden in darkness, her eyes narrowed into a cold glare.

He returned it confidently, the intensity of his stare making her look away. Oh yes, Sergei remembered Jae all too well. She was a good fighter, but there was no way she could compete with him. She had more muscle than the average woman, most likely from when she was in the Korean Special Forces. He had done his research on her, and everyone in the tournament, quite thoroughly. Though strong, Sergei could snap Jae in two if he so desired. She was lucky that he only broke her leg in their previous match against each other. Even now, the Spetsnaz officer could crush her tiny body. She was still no match for him.

He watched her go over to the redheaded Korean male that was at the bar. Sergei immediately noticed that she walked strangely due to a prominent limp that he knew she did not have the last time he saw her. He pinpointed the issue to her right leg, the one he had broken.

So that's why she was so keen on revenge.

Interesting.

A/N: Ok! That's the end of this chapter! Yes, Lili really is 6'4". I'm trying my best to keep Sergei in character; how am I doing? Should I continue this fic? Please review! :)