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'In war they wer...
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It was more repulsive than anything she had ever encountered, a stench that coated her nasal passage until it was all there was. Her skin even smelled like it, somehow having soaked up the stench. Unwashed bodies surrounded her, grimy looking things that had nothing in common with humanity though they were human.
How could people have been reduced to the pathetic beings about her? Dressed in layers of rags stiff with accumulated filth even their skins were indistinguishable from the unclean surroundings. Matted hair and rotten teeth prevailed and there was no way to differentiate between man and women. She was surrounded, her still clean clothes attracting more attention than they should. Hands grasped at her, her pack and her clothes wanting to tear them off.
With an angry cry she lashed out at the hands pulling at her hair. Unclean fingers clutching at it, pulling painfully. She kicked at the person trying to take her shoes off then braced her feet on the ground to lever herself off it. A side kick to her right had one assailant sailing through the air and into the wall taking out a few others. She didn't stop to observe the results but swung a hand at the person to her left catching them at the juncture between their neck and shoulder.
Three backflips had her against the left wall ensuring she would not be attacked from behind. They came at her in scores, a mass of unwashed humanity intent on taking what she had, their eyes devoid of anything resembling humanity. Cold eyed they looked at her as if she was nothing more than an object to be dispensed of. Aside from being unwashed they were undernourished, the kind that took years to achieve leaving ropy muscles defined against the prominent bones.
A person could be deceived into thinking their state meant they were not as strong as they should be but Jaiya knew better. Their hard existence would make them that much stronger. There was something about adversity that made people stronger, capable of more than they would ever have thought. Desperation and hopelessness would add to that and she had never seen more hopeless people than these.
The first two came at her and she attacked. She needed to disable each and every one of them with minimal punches so she had to fight dirty. With her heel she hit his nose breaking it then followed it with a punch at the Adam's apple. She kicked the second one on the liver then chock punched another.
It was like a dance, she flew, swung and pirouetted as she kicked and punched through the mob. None got close enough to box her but some got a punch or kick through. Jaiya had been a fighter for as long as she could remember so her pain threshold and endurance was high. She flowed through her kicks and punches, a deadly dance punctuated by cries and moans of rage and pain.
A plank swung at her, she caught it yanked it out of her assailant's hands then used it on the others. She might be an excellent fighter but the odds were against her as their numbers would eventually overwhelm her. She needed a way out but the cave like room had barred windows and doors, the bars set in the stone.
What she needed was serious fire power and that she had plenty. The Nano bracelet on her right wrist was fingerprint activated. Through a molecular kinetic field it gathered matter from about and transfused it into any of her preprogramed weapons. Limited particle construction abilities provided substances not immediately available. A neuropathic sensor read the desire of the wielder so that just by thinking of the weapon she wanted it was in her hand. As blasters converted surrounding energy into the electromagnetic it needed so it was her weapon of choice. It never ran out.
