In a sun-scorched parking lot outside a Cincinnati community center, 17-year-old Lian Wu, a kung fu student with a steely gaze, squared off against Jake, a lanky local boy known for picking fights with anyone who looked "different." The crowd, a mix of teens and curious onlookers, formed a loose circle, murmuring bets. Lian had called Jake out after he’d taunted her cousin, a shy newcomer, for his accent.
Jake, smirking, tossed his cap aside. “Think your fancy moves scare me, kung fu girl?” Lian tightened her braid, her stance low, rooted in years of Shaolin training. “Let’s find out,” she said, voice calm as a still pond.
Jake rushed in, swinging a wild haymaker. Lian flowed like wind, dodging with a sidestep and snapping a crisp jab to his chest. He staggered, more shocked than hurt, and tried to grab her. She spun, her elbow grazing his jaw, then followed with a low kick to his shin. Jake yelped, hopping back, but his pride kept him swinging.
The crowd buzzed. Lian didn’t taunt—just moved, precise and relentless. When Jake lunged again, she caught his arm, twisted it in a smooth joint lock, and flipped him onto the asphalt. He hit with a thud, groaning. She stepped back, hands up, ready but not aggressive. “Enough?” she asked.
Jake, red-faced, nodded, scrambling up. The crowd clapped, some chanting “Lian!” She didn’t bask in it. Turning to her cousin, she said, “You’re safe now.” Word of the fight spread, and Jake’s taunts quieted. Lian walked home, her cousin at her side, the setting sun casting long shadows of a girl who fought not for glory but for respect.
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