Orchid stood in the middle of the street, armed to the teeth with her glowing eskrima sticks. A group of thugs surrounded her, each one holding a weapon. She twirled her sticks and struck a pose. "You guys picked the wrong night," she said confidently.

One of the thugs lunged at her with a crowbar. Orchid sidestepped easily, bringing her left stick down hard on his wrist. The crowbar clattered to the ground as he cried out in pain. She spun around, kicking another thug in the stomach, and hitting the back of his head with her right stick, knocking him down.

The rest hesitated, clearly reconsidering their decision. Orchid took advantage of this and charged forward. Her enemies couldn't keep up with her remarkable speed and one by one they fell by a hit to the head, a kick to the collarbone, and sticks to the face. In mere seconds minutes, the last thug hit the ground, groaning and writhing beneath her.

Orchid stood over them, breathing heavily but victorious. She looked around, making sure none were left to challenge her. "Eh... I wasn't expecting much. You're not one of Ultratech's science projects."