WHO: Kara and the Angel of Vengeance WHAT: Sparring, between two overly powerful people WHEN: Friday Evening WHERE: Starts at the gym, moving on from there RATING: PG-13ish NOTES: Will cause minor-quakes around Colligo that would be hard not to notice
Andrea was psyched. To have a vast understatement. She'd always been a bit, hit-happy. Even before the heart transplant that gave her her abilities. There had been some random self-defense classes, because it never hurt to know how to defend oneself beyond ones own imagination when living in the Suicide Slums, and there had always, always been an enjoyment in the connecting hit. In a successful movement, in fact before that, before and during those classes when she'd done gymnastics, the same feeling had been there. A competitiveness that was born from, not necessarily beating anyone (though that never hurt) or even being the best (though she'd certainly wouldn't say no to that), but rather being her best. Proving to herself that she could do it. Plus the andrenaline, was just wonderful. However, Andrea, sadly, hadn't been able to spar since before she'd gained her ability. She wasn't going to hurt anyone that wasn't hurting someone else, either on accident and most definitely not on purpose. And even the criminals, even if they had formal training, could last (against her lack of), wouldn't be able to withstand one punch from her; if she really put her mind to it. That'd been proven already.
The only person who'd ever come close to her level was a nineteen year old Clark Kent. She'd sent him sailing with one punch. Not unusual. What was unusual was, from what Sullivan made it seem like, she shouldn't have even budged him. What was unusual was that he hadn't been rushed to the hospital for broken ribs. It was unusual and interesting, and had stayed in the back of her mind all throughout that evening. Especially the way she saw him jack that phonebooth. Yet sparring hadn't been the important thing, and even if it had been what she did know of Clark Kent told her that he wouldn't have been interested in that.
Now here was Kara. She didn't know exactly what Kara was. But Andrea did know how to add two and two. She wouldn't go so far to say that they were related, because Kara'd never said they were, but she was willing to bet that Kara was the same type of meteor mutant as Clark. And if that was the case this would be as the time she did her first successful souffle. Aka the best day ever!
Andrea made it to the gym. She felt more than a bit riduclous with her mask on, and not in her typical outfit for kicking ass, but she pushed that aside. She did a quick jog in place, before starting to strech on one of the mats. Waiting for Kara to arrive.