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Chapter One - Tyche

Date: Present day
Location: Angel Falls

"I am the American Hero," the tall blonde amazon said in a southern drawl, a smile on her perfectly made-up face, "I am the sword, shield, and spirit of America."

Tyche looked at the self-proclaimed American Hero skeptically.   Tyche was the daughter of Italian-American immigrants and considered herself patriotic, but she had little patience for American Hero's rhetoric.  Tyche cracked her knuckles noisily.  She would relish kicking the pompous hero's ass.

American Hero turned like a well-oiled machine, her gaze snapping into place followed by her guard and then, lightning fast, a kick that, had it connected, would have turned any normal woman's internal organs to paste. Somehow, the raven-haired beauty shifted bare inches and Hero's kick impacted the wall.  Tyche smiled coldly and swept Hero's base leg out from under her.

American Hero moved quickly to activate her flight harness, but couldn't compensate for the rapid change in vector; instead of shooting into the air, the harness increased her horizontal velocity, sending her careening into the concrete wall behind her. The heroine staggered, shaking her head, and Alessia pounced on her, delivering two staccato jabs to her temple. The punches were precise, hard strikes that should have been knock-out or kill shots but, because of American Hero's near invulnerability, did little more than irritate her.

As Tyche backed away, American Hero followed.  She grabbed Tyche by the neck and overwhelmed her with her sheer power.  Tyche's bulging biceps strained as she struggled the break American Hero's grip on her throat.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," the Hero growled as she raised her fist to smash the girl in the face.

A precognitive vision of what would happen next flashed in front of Tyche's eyes.

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Tyche felt the ground slam into her back. Small bits of grit drove themselves through her reinforced costume and she felt her entire ribcage flex with the force of the impact.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," American Hero growled.

The powerful blonde heroine raised her hand and curled it into a tight fist. Tyche heard the gravel shift under the hero's knee as she raised her fist, saw the tension build in her shoulder and neck as she drew back.

Instinctively, she tried to buck her hips and twist, but American Hero raised up and clenched her thighs tight together. Tyche heard the sickening crack of her rib cage collapsing, saw pinwheels of scarlet and lavender flash before her eyes.

American Hero's fist came down like the hammer of an angry god.

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Tyche felt the ground slam into her back.

She ignored the pain of the grit being driven through her reinforced costume and forced all the air out of her lungs to prevent her from being stunned.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," American Hero growled.

The powerful blonde heroine raised her hand and curled it into a tight fist.

Tyche parried with her left arm, letting the force of American Hero's punch twist her body sideways. Instantly, she hammered her other fist into the small of the Hero's back. There was a brief spark and American Hero seemed to rocket in the air, falling thirty feet straight up to the ceiling of the building before she managed to right herself.

Tyche  kicked up to her feet and stood, waiting for American Hero's charge. The hero dropped like a stone, plummeting soundlessly to a point inches from Tyche. She leveled out, redirecting her downward momentum into an arc that would send her through Tyche's back, but the girl moved surprisingly quickly, springing into the air and landing on the hero's back.

With a snarl, American Hero bucked and pirouetted, trying to dislodge her rider, but Tyche clung on like grim death. "Ride 'em, cowgirl," Tyche mocked, grabbing American Hero's long blond tresses in one hand and yanking backwards. The hero's head whipped back slightly, then snapped forward, bucking Tyche off as she tucked into a tight mid-air roll. Tyche dropped ten feet into a three-point crouch, her left hand still clutching American Hero's blonde locks.

"Huh," Tyche grunted in surprise as she noticed her unexpected trophy. Without the blonde wig, American Hero was completely bald.  Tyche's face was flushed with exertion, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself now.  American Hero whipped her head around, reacquiring the agile girl once again.

"Your time is up," the hero yelled, and then flew down at Tyche.

As she dove, Tyche held up the wig, waving it at the enraged hero. Just as it looked like collision was inevitable, Tyche dove out of the way, her peal of laughter echoing off the reinforced concrete walls.

American Hero halted in midair, backflipped and charged again. This time Tyche cartwheeled to the side, narrowly avoiding a blow that splintered pieces of the wall behind her. "Whoo! Playing rough, now, are we?" she teased. She held American Hero's hair out in front of her like a matador. "C'mon, beautiful, take it back!"

American Hero seemed less interested in her missing wig than in crushing Tyche between her steel-hard body and the wall. She dove, accelerating to a blinding speed, fully intent on driving her fists through Tyche's torso.  Tyche flung the wig into her assailant's face and spun rapidly, her own foot moving too fast for the eye to follow as she connected with a hook kick to the base of American Hero's skull.

American Hero smashed into the wall hard enough to crush the reinforced concrete. Before she could recover, Tyche sprang forward and jabbed her stiffened fingertips at a small point on American Hero's back, then twisted and yanked sideways. There was a shower of sparks and the heroine's body went limp as the electronics that powered her shorted out.

As Tyche stood over her defeated foe she heard a soft voice amplified by the loudspeakers above.

"The fight is over.  Please exit the simulator and you will be given your evaluation."

Tyche looked upwards at one of the cameras recording the action and flexed triumphantly.  It had been a hard fought victory and Tyche was eager to find out her score.

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Chapter One - Tyche

Date: Present day
Location: Angel Falls

"I am the American Hero," the tall blonde amazon said in a southern drawl, a smile on her perfectly made-up face, "I am the sword, shield, and spirit of America."

Tyche looked at the self-proclaimed American Hero skeptically.   Tyche was the daughter of Italian-American immigrants and considered herself patriotic, but she had little patience for American Hero's rhetoric.  Tyche cracked her knuckles noisily.  She would relish kicking the pompous hero's ass.

American Hero turned like a well-oiled machine, her gaze snapping into place followed by her guard and then, lightning fast, a kick that, had it connected, would have turned any normal woman's internal organs to paste. Somehow, the raven-haired beauty shifted bare inches and Hero's kick impacted the wall.  Tyche smiled coldly and swept Hero's base leg out from under her.

American Hero moved quickly to activate her flight harness, but couldn't compensate for the rapid change in vector; instead of shooting into the air, the harness increased her horizontal velocity, sending her careening into the concrete wall behind her. The heroine staggered, shaking her head, and Alessia pounced on her, delivering two staccato jabs to her temple. The punches were precise, hard strikes that should have been knock-out or kill shots but, because of American Hero's near invulnerability, did little more than irritate her.

As Tyche backed away, American Hero followed.  She grabbed Tyche by the neck and overwhelmed her with her sheer power.  Tyche's bulging biceps strained as she struggled the break American Hero's grip on her throat.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," the Hero growled as she raised her fist to smash the girl in the face.

A precognitive vision of what would happen next flashed in front of Tyche's eyes.

***********************************************************************************

Tyche felt the ground slam into her back. Small bits of grit drove themselves through her reinforced costume and she felt her entire ribcage flex with the force of the impact.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," American Hero growled.

The powerful blonde heroine raised her hand and curled it into a tight fist. Tyche heard the gravel shift under the hero's knee as she raised her fist, saw the tension build in her shoulder and neck as she drew back.

Instinctively, she tried to buck her hips and twist, but American Hero raised up and clenched her thighs tight together. Tyche heard the sickening crack of her rib cage collapsing, saw pinwheels of scarlet and lavender flash before her eyes.

American Hero's fist came down like the hammer of an angry god.

***********************************************************************************

Tyche felt the ground slam into her back.

She ignored the pain of the grit being driven through her reinforced costume and forced all the air out of her lungs to prevent her from being stunned.

"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," American Hero growled.

The powerful blonde heroine raised her hand and curled it into a tight fist.

Tyche parried with her left arm, letting the force of American Hero's punch twist her body sideways. Instantly, she hammered her other fist into the small of the Hero's back. There was a brief spark and American Hero seemed to rocket in the air, falling thirty feet straight up to the ceiling of the building before she managed to right herself.

Tyche  kicked up to her feet and stood, waiting for American Hero's charge. The hero dropped like a stone, plummeting soundlessly to a point inches from Tyche. She leveled out, redirecting her downward momentum into an arc that would send her through Tyche's back, but the girl moved surprisingly quickly, springing into the air and landing on the hero's back.

With a snarl, American Hero bucked and pirouetted, trying to dislodge her rider, but Tyche clung on like grim death. "Ride 'em, cowgirl," Tyche mocked, grabbing American Hero's long blond tresses in one hand and yanking backwards. The hero's head whipped back slightly, then snapped forward, bucking Tyche off as she tucked into a tight mid-air roll. Tyche dropped ten feet into a three-point crouch, her left hand still clutching American Hero's blonde locks.

"Huh," Tyche grunted in surprise as she noticed her unexpected trophy. Without the blonde wig, American Hero was completely bald.  Tyche's face was flushed with exertion, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself now.  American Hero whipped her head around, reacquiring the agile girl once again.

"Your time is up," the hero yelled, and then flew down at Tyche.

As she dove, Tyche held up the wig, waving it at the enraged hero. Just as it looked like collision was inevitable, Tyche dove out of the way, her peal of laughter echoing off the reinforced concrete walls.

American Hero halted in midair, backflipped and charged again. This time Tyche cartwheeled to the side, narrowly avoiding a blow that splintered pieces of the wall behind her. "Whoo! Playing rough, now, are we?" she teased. She held American Hero's hair out in front of her like a matador. "C'mon, beautiful, take it back!"

American Hero seemed less interested in her missing wig than in crushing Tyche between her steel-hard body and the wall. She dove, accelerating to a blinding speed, fully intent on driving her fists through Tyche's torso.  Tyche flung the wig into her assailant's face and spun rapidly, her own foot moving too fast for the eye to follow as she connected with a hook kick to the base of American Hero's skull.

American Hero smashed into the wall hard enough to crush the reinforced concrete. Before she could recover, Tyche sprang forward and jabbed her stiffened fingertips at a small point on American Hero's back, then twisted and yanked sideways. There was a shower of sparks and the heroine's body went limp as the electronics that powered her shorted out.

As Tyche stood over her defeated foe she heard a soft voice amplified by the loudspeakers above.

"The fight is over.  Please exit the simulator and you will be given your evaluation."

Tyche looked upwards at one of the cameras recording the action and flexed triumphantly.  It had been a hard fought victory and Tyche was eager to find out her score.

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