Lust was walking through one of the dark back alleys of New York City. She had been bored at home and decided to go out to make some fun for herself. As her idea of fun was not the idea most people had about fun she needed to go into the darker places. More criminals and outcasts resided here to shelter from the authorities. Lust had an inside laugh and thought back to the star wars movie, you won’t find more villainy anywhere in the galaxy

She wandered without meeting anyone on her way. The two knives in her pocket started to turn restless and she had to make a fist of her hand over and over to keep herself from cutting in her own flesh. She had enough pain in her daily pain ritual. Doctors would say she was sick and send her to some sort of shrimp. Only to ‘heal’ her.

She turned around a corner and saw a man walking there. It was a casual dressed man and his shoulders where shaking in the need of another shot. You could obviously see that he was an addict. That’s where lust decided that he would be her victim. There would be no one to miss another druggie. Only a few other druggies would notice he was away. But those would be only speculations and the police would take it lightly.

She walked behind the guy as he was stumbling through the alleyway. When he turned around in an even smaller alley and she followed him. Just when he was about to walk into the light of a main street she grabbed him at the height of his stomach and wrapped a hand in front of his mouth so he would not be able to scream.

She quickly threw him on the ground and cut some muscles in his feet so he would not be able to stand up anymore. She then sat on him and asked if he could understand English. When he answered positive she laughed and told him that he would probably have been more fortunate not to speak English. She began walking around him while asking him things. Of course she tortured the answers out of him. When she had enough answers she started to attack him mentally.

After an hour or so she broke the guy and he was crying out. Even if he had wanted to stand up he could not. His body was broken not to speak about his mind. Lust was smiling and about to kill her prey of as it would be the only thing there was to do now. It would even be merciful. She was just about to kill the guy as she head footsteps.

A silvery moon hung above Chan, it was another night of him wandering around the every bustling city of New York. Yet things seemed to come to a halt around this time, only a few people were on the streets and fewer in the alley's. The Thai man had heard while listening to the news that there were things called "muggings" happening all over the city, yet the giant man in his villagers clothes had never been subject to one. Obviously it was due to his poor appearance and giant body which made him look like alot of trouble for little pay. Chan however thought it was his good karma that kept those who would hurt him away. Upon reflection of this he would realize that although many had been helping him lately, he had done relatively nothing for society since he got here. That was something the monks of his village would look down on, for what one gives is much greater then what one receives. That was the creed he lived by and in his heart he knew that if he didn't start trying to give back soon, his good karma was going to take a turn.

Sitting next do a building, he would begin to meditate on the sidewalk. Now well many people would view this as rather crazy or insane even, this was the norm for him. The monks taught that when a you are confused you must meditate on it and think of what to do. Different ideas crossed his mind on how to give back to the city that was helping him feed his families. He could help give food to the other homeless people that sometimes wandered with him. He could give some of his money to a person that needed it. Then it hit him what to do, he would use the gifts he had received to help those who suffered the terrible "muggings." It was the perfect plan, people were losing what they earned and Chan had the ability to save them from that awful fate. Jumping to his feet he would go searching for a mugging victim to aid.

It wouldn't be long though before he would need to come to a halt and stop his epic quest. In the alleyway directly next to him the sound of loud sobbing and wails of pain would ring out. Not thinking about what could be on the other side, the giant man dashed into help whoever was in there. He would see a gorgeous woman flipping around a bloody knife in her hands while a man on the ground was lying in a pool of his own blood. Chan was aghast at what he saw before him, it looked like something a lion would do to it's prey before devouring it. He had to save this man quick or he was going to die if he wasn't taken to a hospital quickly. Yet he didn't want to hurt the woman either, despite her evil, he knew she would be punished by the laws of karma for harming another creature. Shooting a stream of glue from his hands at her back he would hope it hit and stick her to the wall, that would make his chances of saving this man go up quite a bit.

She had just pulled her knife out of the person and started laughing at him to humiliate him to make him feel worse. Her shoes were drenched in the blood of the drug addict and she spit on him ready to leave him and bleed to death. This was someone that would not be missed. He would maybe be found and there might be a little newsflash because of the cruelty.

She heard someone stumble in. and she looked around seeing a very tall monk standing in the alley looking at the almost dead body of the drug addicted man. He had some sort of aura that looked like he was threatening. That is the aura that people with fighting experience have. That is the reason that people in the city never bump into her and she can walk however she liked without getting hit.

She looked at the man and he shot some sort of white thick liquid from his hands she let her reactions take control of her and dodged the stream of the glue like a limbo dancer. She walked backwards till she completely dodged it and laughed. She threw her knife up and ran to the tall man. With one arm she shot out her flesh whip like to hit the man. And with her other arm she shot out some flesh and caught the knife out of mid air and swept it towards the man holding it with her flesh. The knife was meant to cut the tall guy as the whip was only meant to distract him.

Much to his chagrin the stream of glue he shot would be dodged with a masterful display of acrobatic flexibility. Bending nearly all the way backwards, Chan would watch as the adhesive soared above her head and splatted against the wall. A sick laugh would leave her mouth as she did so, adding an odd sadistic creepiness to the skirmish. That wasn't the weirdest thing however, following a knife toss, her flesh would extend in like whips at Chan.

"What is going on here, how could she do that, she must have odd powers like I do. I know I shouldn't harm another but in self defense I have no choice, this is a righteous act."

Chan would think to himself as his reflexes immediately took over and his body naturally entered a Jod Muay stance to combat the oncoming assault. Jumping back to dodge the whip like attack that came, he would then hold out both hands one at an upwards angle and the other at a downwards one. Firing a stream of glue out of each of them, one aimed at the girls legs and the other aimed at the knife as it hung in mid air before she could grab it with her other flesh appendage.

The Thai fighter would hope that the glue would hit her feet and immobilize her before the man died or things got messy between that two.