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You run up behind Clea, she sees you coming, you slide under her straight kick at you, you windmill kick, which she tanks completely. You stand up, she thrusts both fists your way, you catch them in your hands, your chi helping strengthen your arms and legs to keep from being pushed back too far.

"What magic is this that you can match the might of an Atlantean?" she says.

"It isn't technically magic," you grunt as she keeps pushing. "And it's made in China."

You lean back and let Clea's momentum carry her over you. You hold on to her hands, spin around to cross her arms over each other, and pin her hands to the roof.

"Hit her!" you shout to Raven.

Raven dives from above, feet first, but Clea is quick enough to bring her legs up. Her feet and Raven's feet make contact, Clea shoves Raven away but Raven has both agility and levitation to adjust and land right-side up.

Clea sits up and throws you forward, you hold on even as you hit hard on the roof's concrete. Clea stands over you and raises a foot, you throw her off balance by pulling on her arms. You stand up as she stumbles, you uncross her arms to then pull her up into a knee strike to her chin. She staggers back but stays standing, then rubs her jaw.

"You weren't lying about her being sturdy," you say to Raven.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!!" Raven shouts.

With her magic, Raven causes the dust and gravel of the roof to kick up into a dust devil that surrounds Clea.

"Very nice," you say as you put up your scarf to cover your mouth and nose.

Clea coughs as she struggles against the swirling dirt. She soldiers through the whipping wind, you focus as much chi as you can into your right hand. It becomes such a concentration of chi, your hand even starts to glow.

"Raven, be ready to drop the whirlwind," you say.

You take a three point stance, then launch yourself into full sprint, right at the eye of the dust devil.

"HAH!" Raven shouts as she breaks it apart.

With the dust and wind out of the way, you see Clea clear as day, and *BAM* your fist thrusts in and punches her square in the sternum. Clea flies back and slides on the concrete, stopping only because she bumps into an air-conditioning unit.

"What?" Clea coughs and sputters as she tries to sit up. "What technique was that?"

"Ancient Chinese secret," you say. "The Iron Hand."

"Hits pretty hard," Raven says.

Raven binds Clea with her magic, then drags her along to round her up with Kitten and the other convicts. With all of them accounted for, you and Raven drop your barriers to allow the rest of the police officers to enter the area.

"So what exactly is the story here?" you ask the two masterminds.

"I do not answer to you commoners," Clea says.

"Yes! We do not answer to commoners!" Kitten adds.

"You ARE a commoner!" Clea and Raven both shout at her.

"You are not my daughter, my sister, or even a cousin!" Clea shouts into Kitten's face, causing the younger to fall over. "You are just some child who approached me, acting like you knew me, and then concocted this plan to break out and take over the island. Granted, it was an intelligent and effective plan, until we ran into this witch and man with blue hair."

"Blue?" you say, before remembering the chlorine's affect on your hair's snow white quality. "Right... Blue hair, yes, this is blue hair. Also, I wasn't really asking about this prison break, it doesn't really matter. I was asking about who 'Queen Clea' and 'Kitten' even are."
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