METROCITY
Business District, Avatar Night Club
Ms. Blitzen and SilverStar were still coming off the high of their victory. They went to an exclusive club for a few drink with Siobhan and her trainee, Tamara, that night. Somehow, social media leaked that they were there and as they were ready to leave, crowds of people had somehow found them. They gathered outside hoping for autographs and photo ops with the duo from Angel City. Emily also blushed her way through several marriage proposals.
Lucky Star excused herself. “Enjoy the limelight, ladies. I’m taking Tamara back to the dorms. This girl’s in training, she’s not a superstar like ye two.”
“Aww, c’mon stick around, Lucky.” said Sarah.
“Yeah, we couldn’t have done it without your coaching.” said Emily.
“Well that goes without saying,” Siobhan smiled. “But, no. We have a morning session with a SparBot for Tamara here. Who still hasn’t come up with a superheroine name by the way.”
“Don’t rush me, Irish.” retorted Tamara. “I want to pick something good… and meaningful. But first things first. Develop some skills so I don’t embarrass myself in the ring.”
The women laughed and said their goodbyes. Emily and Sarah stayed behind for over an hour talking to their fans. Sarah was lifting a motorcycle over her head with a couple sitting on it, posing for a photo. While Emily chatted and signed anything that someone put in front of her.
A tall man approached Emily. Something about him looked strange but Emily couldn’t put her finger on it. He seemed to be constantly swallowing and his eyes shifted nervously. “The red-haired woman?” he rasped. “She is your master?”
Emily raised an eyebrow at him, “Master? Uh, no. She just helped to coach us for our last match. Hopefully she’ll coach us some more if she’s not too busy.”
“Not master, then. Counselor. One whose counsel you accept?”
Emily thought to herself “Who is this weirdo?” Then gave a half-smile, “She’s a friend who gives good advice. Um, where exactly are you from? You have a very strange accent…”
The man half retched and caught himself. “I must dismiss. I am ill.” He turned away clutching his midsection. Once he was a few steps away he began sprinting down the street. Emily watched him for a few seconds then turned her attention back to the normal people in the crowd.
The man ducked into an alleyway and immediately leaned heavily against the wall. His clothing, skin, hair, his entire body morphed and shifted. A moment later a woman with orange skin and scales was standing there in his place, breathing heavily. Her face and eyes were inhuman–reptilian. Though she stayed out of sight, she turned in the direction of Ms. Blitzen and softly hissed.