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         A young woman pushed her way through the crowd surrounding a caged arena in the center of a warehouse. The noise was nearly deafening by the time they reached the ring, and she pushed a large man aside to finally got a good look at the combatants.

A wiry skin head with piercings all through his face was facing off against a shorter man with shaggy black hair, and threw a charging punch. The shorter man stepped to the side reaching his hand out, grabbing the skinhead by the back of the head and pushing him passed him. Before he could fall face first into the mat though, a long monkey like tail whipped out of the back of the black haired mans pants, caught the skin head by the neck, and then hurled him backwards into the opposite side of the cage.

So this was “Rabat”.

The crowed screamed and booed as Rabat glared at the crowed through the cage, his tail twitching before he pulled it back into his pants.

A large man came up to the cage, handed over some cash, and was let in. He removed his leather jacket and tossed it aside while Rabat paced back and forth. The large man came at him swinging, and Rabat easily dodged the first flurry of punches before twisting and driving an uppercut into the mans gut. The large man was lifted off his feet, but he had latched onto Rabat’s arm, and when he came down, lifted the smaller man and tossed him through the air at the side of the cage.

Rabat twisted in mid-air and “landed” on the side of the cage, his toes and fingers gripping the interlocking wires of chain link. He glared at the large man again and launched himself off the side of the cage, torpedoing the man in the gut. He stood and lifted the man by the arm and tossed him through the air into the side of cage. The man had risen to his knee when Rabat reached him and booted him in the face, knocking him back against the cage where he lay unconscious.

The crowed went wild, screaming everything from encouragement to obscenities and death threats.

The man who seemed to be running the fights called Rabat over to the side and she moved to where she could listen.

Rabat was kneeling to be on a more level ground with the manager and she managed to catch a snatch of conversation, “-ant do that.”

“He pissed me off,” Rabat said in the kind of gruff voice that could be either comforting or the most threatening thing you’d ever heard.

“They always piss you off. They have to think they can take you or there wont be any fights.”

“Fine.”

Kat stood and thought for a moment, and then said to the man who was standing behind her, “If you even think about groping my ass again I’m going to stab you, skin you, burn you, shit on you, mount you on the wall, and then I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

The man moved away quickly.

She decided what she was going to do and moved towards the fight manager, “How much to fight the monkey?”

         “In two hours classes will resume but you wont be expected to attend until tomorrow, though you can feel free to sit in on your afternoon classes. I’d recommend you get something to eat and get to know some of your classmates…” he looked up as the first few students started coming in, noticing the girl he’d given the same tour to yesterday, “In fact, there’s another student walking in right now.”

He gave him a slap on the shoulder and said, “Well, enjoy your first day here. I’ve got to get back to work now. You know where to find me.”