𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮-𝑪𝑯𝑰

“The feeling is mutual, Cassandra. I consider you a friend. I’m very lucky to be able to do so.”

He kept his distance, but remained mobile by walking around their imaginary ring. He’s yet to see her work with a weapon and he was excited to see which one she would choose to wield.

Shang-Chi spun around as she evaded the last of his punches, keeping his hands up. He was impressed. The two had sparred a couple of times and just when he thought he understood her, Cassandra pulled out a new trick.

“Hm.” He reached behind him and grabbed two Kali sticks off of the wall.

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forward as he did so. A Wing Chun technique.

“Don’t be so sure, Cassandra.” He remarked. “Our fight has only just begun.”

He tripped down and rolled backwards, then hopped up this feet. He paced their battleground in a circle for one full rotation before leaping back in with a back fist to her face, then closed the gap between them. He wanted to overwhelm her, so he began to deliver a chain of punches, walking

—

Sure she had seen him. Studies him, sure. But he took pride in how unpredictable he was. He lunged forward with a straight punch, but faked out of it, quickly raising his leg and foot to the side of her head.

“I would.”

The last time he sparred with Cassandra was the most fun he had in a long time. She was fast and sharp witted. Her punches packed power behind them. She understood the true nature of Martial Art. To flow.

boards don’t hit back.”

“Ah.”

He nodded. “I hope I’m not intruding. I just wanted to see you, friend.”

He turned to look at her training set up, then at all the broken boards and deflated bags on the floor. “I’m very impressed.”

He walked over to the center of the mat, then put his hands up. “But

—

“Wanted to pay you a visit. Haven’t heard from you in a few weeks.”

He removed his shoes and stepped on to the mat, walking over to where she was. “Have I done something to upset you?”

Shang leaned against the wall behind her, arms crossed and watching as she struck the bag. A surprise visit. But he didn’t want to interrupt her flow, so he just watched.

“My name is Shang-Chi. You’re the Juggernaut. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

ㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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“Hey, c’mon, c’mon!”

(OOC: Terry Bogard, the wandering martial artist of South Town, joins BlueSky. Pinned comment and thread down below.)

“I sense that you’re lying.”

Everything okay?

Opens one eye up.
“Yes, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓?“

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ꗃ 𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕕
ꗃ 𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣
ꄗ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 ⤸
ꄗ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖
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“𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐞! 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐩”

Francisco “Cisco” Ramon / Vibe

Based on Pre & Post Flashpoint, & Arrowverse

♡ & ↻

get an upgrade. An idea for another time.

“How did you get to be so good at it?”

He could definitely read her body language. He was slightly embarrassed. He’ll leave the fear tactics to her.

“That look.” He followed along with her. “I’m aware my intimidation factor is very low.”

Dressed in a bright red wing-chun gi, he was far from intimidating. Perhaps he could

—

shoving him against the car.

hurt or killed?”

Listen, Shang-Chi was a master of many martial arts. Intimidation?

His game needed work. But thats when he saw the shadow of a bat looming over the vehicle. “I can release you now. But I’m not sure if my friend has the mercy I do.”

He released the mans collar, gently

—

As the car swerved frantically, he flipped off of it and landed safely on his feet. The front end smoked as the two perpetrators crawled out.

Grabbing one by the collar, he held him up against the trunk.

“Do you know how much damage you’ve caused? How many people you could have

—

that holds you, my friend. I will make sure it is erased.”

bounce around, keeping his movements loose. “I thought you stronger than this.”

Harnessing the energy of the rings, he launched a strong blast of energy toward the symbiote, only to throw off his guard. He immediately followed up with a strong kick to the chin.

“Whichever symbiote it is

—

He fought for the freedom of his wrists but his efforts were proven to be fruitless as he flew backwards into a bookshelf.

“Oof!” He grunted, taking barely even a second to get himself back together before jumping up again. “Yǔ Zhé.”

He wiped his nose with his thumb, then began to

—

He got them distracted, and absolutely frightened.

And he didn’t even have a mask on!