A resounding pop filled the air, produced by the sudden destruction of the Korean's gum bubble. She absentmindedly brought the remains back into her mouth and chewed lazily, her attention not on making bubbles or savoring the bland taste but on her purple fingernails. There were traces of blood beneath them, fresh from only a few minutes ago. She blinked at the sight, blowing yet another bubble as she looked down to her uncovered feet. It wasn't a surprise that there was more blood down there was well.

She could smell the smoke from nearby, one of the consequences of her recent actions. Sent to Thailand in the bustling capital city of Bagkok, Juri was tasked with finding three men. Whatever reasons for their notoriety were not of her concern. All she wanted was a chance to fight a new foe and watch him squirm as she explored all the possible ways to torture a human being before he died. She thought back to her targets as she looked at the source of the smoke.

The first one was simple enough, out in the open and completely vulnerable. She took her time with him, allowing him to scream out in pain. It was like music to her ears. At times the screams would dissolve into whimpers, but Juri would not stand for that. She poked and prodded at his figure, cutting into him with her kicks to start up that delectable bout of screaming again. A leg was broken and twisted, an arm was bent and mangled, and his face became unrecognizable. Drinking up his cries of anguish, she left him to bleed out alone in his apartment.

The second target was a runner. Just thinking about that one brought a smile to the Korean's face. She laughed at his plight, tripping him when she got close and attacking him when he failed to get up right away. It became a game of cat and mouse, whereas the flimsy man was the mouse and Juri was the tiger. Eventually she got bored of running around and dragged the man into an alley, angered that she had exhausted him with her game. She took out her frustrations on him, crushing his head against the concrete.

Finally, the third target. He was a hulk of a man, possibly a bouncer or bodyguard for some street gang. Juri had followed him through Bangkok's streets, twiddling her thumbs in anticipation of a turn into a back alley. Sadly, the man had kept away from any areas that were out of view from public eye. There were no rules that Juri had to abide by in her assassination mission, and public killings were somewhat recommended as statements. She learned from experience that crowds could scream and cry all they wanted, but sooner or later someone would step in and try to interrupt her playtime.

Stepping into a small convenience store, the man had unknowingly made it his tomb. Juri had become bored with following him around and decided to kill him right then and there. The store clerk could only watch in horror as the Korean came inside to ruin the establishment, kicking various items and shelves into disarray as she pursued her target. According to popular belief, the worst pain a human could endure was having their femur bone cracked in half. Juri wanted to see if that was true, so, she broke both bones in the man's body.

She had howled with sadistic laughter as the man convulsed with pain. His spasms brought joy to the Korean, who crouched down to watch as he pathetically tried to get back up. Seeing as the store clerk would try to intervene somehow, Juri turned her attention to him. Too bad he wasn't a fighter; he would have had some potential given his dodging capabilities. All she had to do was pin him down and ram a foot into his back to break his spine. By the time she was finished with him, her target had lapsed into unconsciousness.

Surveillance cameras were littered throughout the store, and they had obviously gotten an image of the taekwando fighter. She preferred to be known by only a handful of people, not the entire world. Activating her Feng Shui Engine, she built up enough of her awesome and terrible energy to do a little demolition work. Support columns were destroyed, merchandise was vaporized, and whatever twitching remains of the clerk and target were buried beneath the rubble.

Now, Juri sat on a rooftop as she looked at the smoldering ruins of the convenience store. Her efforts had drawn a crowd of onlookers who were staring slack-jawed at her work. Murmurs where on the winds, people claiming they saw something or someone. Some people crouched down at the rubble and tried to come up with reasons for this madness. Juri shook her head as she watched, sneering at their eagerness to examine death. The only news people cared for was bad news, and even something as small as this would be blown out of proportions.

She stood up and stretched, scratching the back of her head as she yawned. Her hands brushed against her two hair buns, fashioned to look like intimidating horns. The woman's outfit was provocative and fiercely designed, focused more on maneuverability and sexuality than modesty. A black and purple breastplate and a pair of off-white colored slacks covered her up, or just barely in the case of the former. Her slacks were cut through at the inner thighs to reveal her purple tights, and a black and purple belt hung lazily from her waist. She rubbed her purple gloved-hands together and turned to leave, finding nothing else to do.

Yet… something compelled Juri to look back down at the crowd.

Amongst all the boring and worthless citizens of Bangkok was a solitary figure. He stood out from the crowd with his fiery red hair, looking like an aerodynamic streak. Some kind of headband was around his forehead, and it had an extravagant clump of yellow fibers coming from the back. A black cloak with gold trim was draped around his body, a sign that the man had status. Well, he certainly looked like he had status, given that he was given a little more personal space than any of the other people in the crowd.

Juri tilted her head as she stared at the man from her elevated vantage point. He drew his cloak tighter to himself before glancing over his shoulder for a moment. His face held an expression of distaste, annoyance, even. It seemed as if he was more concerned with the crowd blocking his path rather than the recently destroyed convenience store. Juri was able to get a good look at him, but the more she stared the more the man seemed to be at unease. Finally, he turned his gaze skyward.

The woman had retreated from the side of the building, catching the man's quick movement before he could catch a glimpse of her. When she was in the convenience store, the magazine rack had caught her eye. She thumbed through the racy magazines of women for a few minutes out of boredom before turning her attention to a sports magazine, the cover page showing two Muay Thai boxers. Interested, she flipped through the pages to find the main article, picking out a few comprehensible words from the native language. Before she decided to level the building, she had seen a picture of the reigning champion, standing in his corner with a smug look on his mug.

His name was Adon. He was Sagat's arrogant student, the jaguar king, and the self-proclaimed god of Muay Thai, and Juri had just seen him in the streets. Despite those who would say the contrary, the man's bark was just as terrible as his bite. He had a tendency to showboat, he talked big, and he had the talent and potential to back himself up with. Muay Thai was what he revered and fought over, to show to the world that it was the deadliest and greatest martial art in the world. He was strong… or at least, he thought he was.

There wasn't much left to do in the day for Juri Han. Her work was done, and she had her fun. S.I.N. would retrieve her in a few hours, whisking her away from the streets of Bangkok to be flown back to headquarters. However, the spider did not feel tired or satisfied. She wanted to be amused further, and she wanted to see someone try in vain to quench her limitless thirst. Her three targets were lying in shallow graves, and what was one more, not counting the store clerk?

Juri grinned, pleased with herself that she was able to come up with a solution for her recently resurfaced boredom. She spat out her gum over the side of the building, too focused on finding Adon to hear the disgusted yelp from below. He would be a delight to fight, as his pride would be utterly shattered when he found taekwando was better than his precious Muay Thai. But Juri did not care to compare fighting styles. All she wanted was to have more fun, no matter the cost.

She caught a glimpse of the red-haired man moving away from the crowd and moved to follow him from the rooftops. Fire red against midnight black made him easy to spot. The man's pace was slow, as if he had nothing better to do at this time of night. Juri leaped to another rooftop to follow him down an alley he had cut through. She examined the area for a moment, finding it too narrow for any real fun. It was a fight she was after, not an awkward tussle in an alley that was barely big enough to support two people.

It soon became known to the Korean that Adon had started to glance over his shoulder periodically. Perhaps he had seen Juri on the building when he was near the convenience store, or maybe the jaguar warrior had the idea that he was being watched. He handled such an idea well enough, not panicking or quickening his pace. Juri smiled as she saw the soles of his feet poking through the bottom of his cloak. They were bare and bandaged, as if he had just recently come from a fight. She hoped he wasn't exhausted. If he wasn't, he must have either easily mopped the floor with a talentless hack or possessed some laudable stamina.

She licked her lips once in anticipation, seeing Adon walk into another alley. He had gone in an entirely different direction this time, completely exposing himself to attack. Perhaps that was his intention, and if so, Juri would be so rude to not oblige him. She leaped to an adjacent rooftop before looking over again at Adon. He had stopped in the alley, rolling his shoulders with his back to Juri. She giggled softly and dropped off the side of the building, landing in the alley a few feet from her new plaything.

Obviously, Adon had heard the sound of soles hitting the pavement from behind, yet he gave no indication. This area was good for a fight. It was wide, long, and free from debris. The walls were tall, perfect for leaping off of. Juri spared the announcement of her presence and sprang forward, closing the distance between the two. She could feel the wind brush her bangs back as she twisted her body to deliver a roundhouse kick to the back of the man's head. Just as her feet touched off did Adon turn around, raising his right arm to block her attack.

His black cloak fell to the ground, revealing his chiseled physique and blue and yellow kickboxing shorts. On his face was a condescending sneer, directed towards the woman who's right leg was pressed firmly against his arm. She grunted in response to his block, quickly hopping up to swing at the other side of his head with her other leg. Adon ducked that one and dodged the following leg sweep by jumping straight up.

Juri widened her eyes as she looked up only to see a leg coming down at her head. She ducked back, performing a back handspring to give herself some room. While she wasn't expecting him to see her moves and dodge them accordingly, she was nevertheless pleased. Finally, someone in this stupid city who could offer her a challenge! Maybe she was judging Adon a little quicker than what was warranted, as he hadn't landed any blows on her yet. She crouched down after her handspring, looking up at the warrior in smug glee.

"You must be new here," Adon said in a patronizing tone.

"What makes you say that?" Juri replied with a flick of her hand, standing up.

Adon chuckled darkly and tapped his chest, putting emphasis on him. Despite the woman's ominous appearance and sadistic attitude, he wasn't frightened. She was a frilled dragon, cold blooded and frightening, but only to discourage her prey's efforts to retaliate. Scratch that metaphor. Adon had seen the straps of the woman's breastplate form into a spider when she backed off. A spider, eh? If she was one, her fangs weren't yet dripping with venom.

"A jaguar king knows fresh meat when it enters his domain."

He skipped forward, dragging a hand behind him as he yelped. Juri, slightly surprised that he was taking the offensive, raised her arms to block his swipe. When it impacted, she felt a strong force behind it, yet not enough to be dangerous. It was more akin to a disorienting slap than a swipe, although the man's outstretched fingers were bent to resemble the claws of an animal. She brushed off his arm and gave him a few low kicks to his legs, which he took like the bite of a flea.

She pressed forward, grabbing onto his arm and attempting to twist it. Adon could only watch in amusement as she tried, but he did not want her to strain his arm. He raised his right knee into her thigh, then her stomach. The action freed him from her flimsy grip, but it did not beat her back. Juri then lashed out with a quick right hook, scoring a hit on the man's left cheek. From there, she lifted a leg straight up, launching Adon into the air in its wake. She cackled as she watched him achieve liftoff.

Although such an attack would be deadly given the fall, Adon quickly righted himself in midair like the big cat he was. He landed gracefully on his feet with a grunt of displeasure, shooting a glare at the woman who had attacked him. This would be an interesting fight, as it wasn't often he fought martial artists who did not fight in the Muay Thai style. The woman's style was most akin to taekwando, although she had thrown in a few touches of her own to make it unique. He scratched his nose and went in for the kill.

The Muay Thai fighter dodged a straight kick with a sidestep maneuver, feeling the wind from the strike brush his skin. Before Juri could even call her leg back, she found an elbow smashing into her from overhead. Pain shot into her system, making her wince only slightly. She could see a follow-up in the form of a left hook and darted her head back to avoid it. Amazingly, Adon twisted his body to the left after his whiffed punch and sent a leg out in a roundhouse, using the gravitation of his right arm to give it more power.

Juri skipped back enough to miss the foot diving into her ribs. However, she noticed that her current position left her head out further than the rest of her body. It was an amateur's mistake, one Adon capitalized on. Using the force of his missed attack, he planted his right foot on the ground and turned, lifting his left foot up into the air. It was a spinning hook kick, and it found its mark against the left side of Juri's face. Given the force, it felt like a baseball bat.

She stumbled to the right, rubbing the side of her face. No blood yet, and that was a pretty good kick. She could feel the pain in her body already, but it would be nothing compared to the pain the man would soon endure. Adon hopped up and down like a gremlin, grinning like a madman. He took a few steps, circling Juri as he opened his mouth.

"My skills are without equal!" he yelped, smashing a fist into an open palm. "Show me what you've got to offer against Muay Thai!"

"Come on big boy," Juri replied sarcastically, dropping into a crouch. "I'll break you!"

Now that the kiddy gloves were taken off, Juri sprang forward to deliver a front kick to Adon's ribs, which was dodged with a howl of amusement. She set down her foot and launched a kick over to the man's side, following his dodge. Now, that kick connected with his body, crumpling him somewhat. He grunted in pain before striking out with a knee, but Juri saw that from a mile away. She blocked the strike and changed her stance, lifting herself onto one foot.

"I'm going to enjoy playing with you…" she said in an ominous tone.

Smiling sadistically, she struck out with her left leg at Adon's legs to score a hit. Reeling from the attack, Adon was subjected to a strike to the head from the same leg in quick succession. Another strike came, this time in the form of a hard roundhouse from Juri's right leg into his midsection. He careened to the side and would have regained his balance quickly had it not been for his attacker's intervention. She pushed him over with a jab from her elbow, sending him to the cold pavement.

That was child's play for the Muay Thai warrior. He sprang back up to his feet and raised his fists again, sending a hard right into Juri's chest. The two soon got into a rhythm that would have been beautiful had it not been such a fatal meeting of limbs. Blows were exchanged left and right, Juri gradually gaining the upper hand with her fast kicks. She caught his leg in a block and smashed her left leg into his side, his thigh, his leg, and finished with a strike to the head.

Crumpling to the ground again, Adon panted like an exhausted jaguar. Juri approached him, absentmindedly twirling her belt as she sneered.

"You all broken? Get back up; I'm not finished with you just yet!"

"I'm just getting started!" he growled back, raising a clenched fist.

He got back up to his feet and dashed forward, keeping his fists up. Juri anticipated a knee strike and raised a leg to block, but to her surprise she found the man did not perform a flying knee. He ducked down briefly, closing the distance between him and his opponent before bringing his two fists up near her chest. They bushed against the fabric of Juri's breastplate before impacting in the soft underside of her jaw. She grunted in pain and stumbled back, unknowingly setting herself up for another attack.

A sharp elbow came her way, smashing against her left brow. It bruised the skin, almost cutting like a knife. She staggered to the side and further set herself up for a follow-up strike, which Adon took greedily. He ran up to her and positioned his foot to support a jump. Leaping up, he dragged a knee behind him with a roar of fury. He shot forward with it, hitting Juri square in the chin. The sheer force knocked her off her feet and pressed her hard against the pavement.

A flash of light lit up the night sky, but Juri wrote it off as stars in her vision. The most earsplitting sound came from above. Thunder, a clear indication of a storm, and it had followed lightning. She gritted her teeth, noticing the copper taste of blood in her mouth. She could feel the liquid life slosh around under her tongue, and she spat some of it out as she turned over to get back on her feet. It felt foreign to her fingertips, but at the same time she enjoyed the sight of her own blood. It meant a strong fighter had eased it out of her body. With the blood slowly dribbling down her chin, she stood up.

"The flailing of a lunatic is no match for the king of the jaguars, wench!"

Rain pitter-pattered against the pavement, slow at first before eventually building up to become a small downpour. It washed away the blood on Juri's fingertips and pressed into her hair, dampening it. She turned her head to glare in Adon's direction, smirking lightly. Knocked down a few times and still he insisted on talking big? He needed someone to put him in his place, then his shallow grave… Not wasting another minute, she widened her stance and focused on the machine that was her left eye.

Adon looked on in wonder as one of the woman's eyes sparked up with a ferocious shade of purple. It was like a flash of lightning, and it was almost as blinding as the sun. He continued to stare, grimacing at the sight in front of him. What kind of power was this, he wondered. He had seen flashes of purple in the woman's kicks, enough to come to the conclusion that this was no ordinary fighter. She was blessed with superior ki abilities, like his mentor and the demon fighter were.

Juri could feel the energy flowing from her eye, spreading throughout her body. Ki energy swam through her veins and strengthened her system, closing wounds and healing minor injuries. So much power was drawn from the eye that it was intoxicating. She looked over at Adon and flashed him a threatening and provocative look, letting her tongue roll out to hang to the right of her mouth.

It was time to play rough.

Before Adon could even register what was happening, Juri had pounced at him like a spider about to sink its fangs into its prey. She slashed at him with her kicks, she scraped his sides with her jabs, and she bloodied his nose with an axe kick. Adon struggled to get out from this web of torment created by the Korean who at this point was laughing maniacally. He sent an elbow up to dissuade her from attacking, but it only graced her cheek. If there was any hope of him winning this fight, he would have to find a way to block her new power.

The Korean backpedaled away from the follow-up elbow, giving Adon a better view of who she was now. He saw a crazed psychopath with a glowing purple eye. Her hair had come loose from its style, and the purple rings that had held it up were dangling lazily from her raven locks. No, she was a wild animal, eager for its late meal. Starved from a good fight, she had jumped on the opportunity to fight another wild animal. With a sway of her hips, she twisted into a strange position that confused Adon, giving her time to perform one of her unique moves.

She crouched before springing forward in what could be considered a backwards aerial cartwheel. It broke through Adon's block and smashed into his jaw, even knocking him up into the air. As he felt the ground leave him, he felt someone above him. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes from his fit of cringing he saw Juri high above him. She slammed a foot into his stomach, riding him down to the ground. The woman expected this to be the end of it all, but surprisingly she didn't hear a snap of bone. She leapt off of him and smiled, dragging a hand down her face to highlight her Feng Shui Engine.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked in a snide tone.

Adon rolled over and pressed himself up, dodging a curb stomp. His grimace was replaced by a mad grin, unaffected by his attacker's sadistic smile. He shot a cursory glance at Juri before placing his legs firmly against the pavement, springing back into the air.

"I'm ready to finish this!"

Interestingly enough, it was time for the fight to draw to a close. Adon landed against a wall, pressing up against it like a jaguar ready to pounce. He could almost see Juri's eyes widened to dinner plate proportions as he shot towards her with a leg extended. Such an attack was not expected, not after all the attacks that were landed. If she wasn't about to be struck, Juri would have melted in glee, as the man had incredible stamina and was persistent enough to give her a good time. She prepared to counter the move when her thigh was assaulted by Adon's special move, which felt like a sledgehammer.

Wincing, she keeled over a little. This provided Adon a wondrous opportunity to slash at her brow again with his elbow. He lifted his right limb and shot it out at her head, effectively hitting his mark. The sound of flesh breaking filled the alleyway, and Adon's elbow came away with the Korean's blood. He attacked again, ravaging Juri's brow a second time with his other elbow. He anticipated the woman's flailing moves when she countered, ducking around her to slam a knee into her back.

Juri wished that the poke in her back was just the one and only attack there, but she felt another rising knee to the back of her head. She fell forward, preventing the fall from becoming damaging by using the palms of her hands to cushion herself. More blood came from her mouth, and she reacted to this by spitting some of it out into the pavement. Whatever data that was being analyzed by the eye was slowing to a crawl, for the blood from her brow had obscured her vision. The purple haze dimmed significantly at this notion.

Gritting her teeth, she roared with fury and got to her feet. She turned and transitioned into a menacing stance, but instead of seeing a disheartened warrior, she saw a jaguar king unfazed. There was no time for her to react to an overhead kick to her shoulders, and she staggered as it drew more and more pain into her system. Two more kicks followed it, as well as Adon's revelation of his attack, a strongly emphasized 'Jaguar Revolver'. She could see the wild look in his hazel eyes as he crouched down near her.

An elbow slammed into her jaw, lifting her up from the sheer force. She felt gravity had betrayed her, as she found herself in orbit with the jaguar king. Blow after blow slammed into her chest and jaw without mercy, and with every strike she could hear Adon laughing away like she would when she had someone at her mercy. Something was wrong with this picture! There was pain, and it had Juri caught in its clutches. There was blood, and it was Juri's. There was weakness, and Adon was exploiting it. Just as the blows ended did she believe she could fall back to earth, but even when she had an inkling that she had had enough, Adon wasn't finished.

A brutal knee to the chin shattered Juri's hopes, as well as her jaw. Stars shot into her vision, bathing everything in a white light. Her Feng Shui Engine deactivated, and she could feel all of her energy leave her. Subjected to the forces of both nature and the knee against her chin, she flew further into the air before crashing down hard on the pavement. She cried out as she felt something inside her break, be it a collarbone or rib. The rain pelted her regardless of her pain, feeling like minor pinpricks against her skin at this point.

Barring her teeth, she painfully titled her head up off the pavement to see Adon's feet nearby. The man squatted down, placing his arms over his thighs as he gave an arrogant upturn of his head. The battle had been hard on him as well, and he bore the scars of it all. His lip was busted, but it seemed to have healed. His body was bruised, but it was not broken. His face was contorted into one hell of a smug grin, as he knew he had won. Juri wanted to claw his face, rip out his eyes, break his bones and watch him scream, anything to wipe that grin off from his face.

"There's something endearing about seeing such a pathetic woman grovel at my feet," he said with a chuckle.

Juri coughed up blood, splattering it onto the pavement in front of her. Falling onto her side, she slowly brought up her hand and balled it into a fist.

"I'm n-not letting you go!"

"Oh? What more can you do to me in the position that you're in now?" Adon replied with half-closed eyes, taunting her predicament. "Spit on me?"

There was no response. Juri glared at the man like an abused animal, and she flinched at the smallest movements of his hands. This served to amuse Adon, who reached forward and lightly slapped the side of her face twice before she opened her mouth to bite him. He drew his hand back just as she would have bit his index finger, and he laughed at her pathetic attempt to fight back. He stood up and looked around the alley before finding his black cloak on the ground and picking it up. The rain had brought his hair down and took it away from its aerodynamic streak.

"I expected more of a challenge," he lied, although Juri could not detect it, "especially from an assassin."

Juri couldn't cry at a time like this. She hadn't done such a thing in years. Too long had she gone without a worthy opponent, and this one had beaten her within an inch of her life. She thought of what would happen next, and could only come up with one idea. It was dark, there was a dominant man and a beaten woman, they were in an alley, and no one else was around. Adon, with his opportunistic, furious, and arrogant personality, would seek to go further.

The concept of rape was not new to Juri, even though she had never been, nor had she ever done. As a woman, she was subjected to the same fears any other woman was. It didn't matter how strong she was or who she worked for, that fear persisted just as well as death did. She wasn't going to die here, that was certain, but she wasn't sure if she going to walk away with only a few bruises and a scarred pride. She ultimately came to the conclusion that she had no idea what would happen next, and that rape was likely. That sense of fear wrapped itself around her and clouded her mind with all sorts of terrible ideas, all of which she hoped would not come to fruition.

Adon rolled his shoulders, obviously pleased to have his cloak of status around his shoulders once again. Juri watched him out of the corner of her eye as he took a step forward only to stop mid-stride. Such hesitation from him combined with her imagination and fear made her shudder, and he turned around to look at her again to further unnerve her. It was just a broken jaw and a cracked rib or two, no big deal. If he did plan on doing what Juri was thinking, she could fight back. He walked over to her form and stared down his nose at her, his grin widening.

"Tell you what… Would you like to know the difference between us and how it worked so terribly against you?" His tone was patronizing, as if he was speaking to a disciplined child. "The difference between a jaguar and a spider is that a jaguar wisely selects its prey while the spider will bite at anything caught in its web. You chose to attack a king in his prime, and you suffered the consequences."

With a small chuckle, he turned to walk down the alley in the direction he came from. He had to pass by Juri, and he turned his head down to look at her writhing form. She wasn't a bad fighter, but she was nothing compared to him. A jaguar king had no need for an unruly shrew, no matter how splendid or fierce her appearance was. He smirked when she didn't use the opportunity to lash out at him, instead opting to stare at her own blood on the pavement. Her voice called out to him when he was a few feet away, making him stop yet again.

"This isn't over," she growled as she tilted her head to look at him. "I won't forget this… I'll find you. I'll find you and I'll break every bone in your body, then I'll break in those goddamn teeth of yours." Juri chuckled darkly. "Then, I'm going to watch you bleed before you beg me to end your life…"

"Is that a threat?" Adon asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No… that's a promise."

"Is that so?"

The two stared at each other for the longest time. Hazel eyes bored into violet pools, one full of arrogance while the other was filled to the brim with venom and fury. Adon scratched his nose once before turning around, leaving the woman where she was on the pavement. He looked over his shoulder and replied in a cool tone:

"Don't make promises you can't keep…"

As Adon walked away, Juri could only stare. If there was ever a need for incentive, now was the time. She had been beaten and mocked, left alone in the neglected back alleys of Bangkok while her target nonchalantly walked into the streets. It didn't matter how long it would take or what was expended, Juri would find Adon again. She swore on her life that she would either kill him… or put him in his place.