Brionn's discovery.

By Alpesco

Brionn tells a tale of an early incident.



"This all happened when I was about 16" Brionn said, leaning back and 

tossing another block of wood on to the fire. "I was strong even then. I was about 

five ten and skinny. I looked tougher than I do now. My hair was shorter and 

I wore combats when I could.



"There was this old office block they were knocking down and some of the 

kids used to go in there for stuff and break up things - you know what I mean. I 

was on my own with nothing to do so I climbed in. I could kick the old 

wooden doors of that place in with one hit, but I decided to see what I 

could do with my hands. I was trying to harden them for karate at the time. 

I found a locked door and started with a few medium strength punches which 

bruised my knuckles. I ignored the pain and kept on hitting. The pain seemed 

to go away as I concentrated solely on hitting just right building up as 

much power as I could. The noise was awesome.



"Then I saw a small crack in the wood of the door. That spurred me on. I 

powered the punches in, increasing the intensity and maxing the force. The door was

starting to bow beneath my punches and I was getting really turned on by the

power, even more so as the door started to groan and crack. Gritting my 

teeth, I sent in three big ones - really huge. The first made a foot long 

split in the wood. The second made it wider and longer. The third I put 

everything into - and it just split the door apart. The door cracked in half 

and fell in two jagged pieces on to the carpeted floor. I was sweating and 

out of breath, but I'd proved just how much stronger I was getting. I 

doubted there was more than a handful of men in town who could do what I'd 

just done.



It was then I noticed what was in the locked room that I'd just opened. Most 

of the rooms in the block were completely empty. This one still had a desk, 

phone, chairs and papers! I was puzzled. Why would this office, of all the 

dozens of others, still have all its furniture and equipment in it? I 

decided to check it out. Maybe it was a firm that had gone bust before the 

building closed, and never cleaned out its stuff.



Then I noticed that a lot of the papers on the desk were dated in the past 

few days. I began to feel nervous. This office was still being used.



Suddenly a light came on behind me and there was this really angry voice.



"What are you doing here?"



Two men stood in the doorway staring at me. They were both in suits, but 

large and in good shape. There was no other way out.

"Look. I didn't know your office was here." I pleaded.

"Grab her, Vinnie!" the older man said - he was mid 40s I'd guess.

The younger man, about 30, stepped forward to grab me. One thing I was 

certain of - I didn't want to be grabbed - so I evaded him.

He swung a fist at me - big mistake! He may have been nearly twice my body 

weight, but I was pumped, and knew that I was quite strong enough to give 

him a shock or two. Balling my fist, I sent it crashing into the side of his 

head.

To his total shock, he was sent careening back across the room, a trickle of 

blood running down from below his ear. He was so mad and humiliated, I 

guess, that he picked up this high-backed chair next to him and swung it, as 

if to hit me with it.

I backed off a little. He was still a tiny bit groggy from my first punch. I 

squinted. He thought I was dazzle by the ceiling light. In fact I was 

measuring the exact spot and angle I was going to hit.

Waiting for exactly the right moment, I sent my fist straight in to the thin 

chair back, and straight through it into his head. I loved the look of total 

astonishment and shock upon his face as the chair back exploded in front of 

him and my fist came through it.

He staggered backward, cut and bleeding. I grabbed the remains of the chair 

out of his hands and really hit him with it. He gave this huge groan as the 

chair exploded into matchwood across his back. He hit the floor hard and 

gave no more trouble after that.



The boss looked startled. One thing he hadn't expected was for this 16 year 

old girl to take his henchman so easy. Till then I'd intended just to run, 

but now I began to feel the power balance changing. There was just him and 

me. If he was going to take me, he'd have to be a hell of a lot better than 

his sidekick. And I had the advantage that, even now, he didn't know just 

what I could do.



I looked at him differently. "Just what's going on here?" I demanded.



"You think I'm going to tell you?" He pointed a finger at me. "You're dead, 

little girl. You're nothing. You're history!" He made to move between me and 

the doorway.



I stood in the way. "You're not leaving till I know what's going on here." I 

said confidently. "If you won't tell me, I'll search the place myself till I 

find what I want to know."



That so amazed him that I decided to pick up some papers from his desk.

He made a grab for my arm as I'd expected. I felt free to hit him. My first 

blow took him in the side of the face and sent him spinning back into a file 

cabinet. A large cut ran parallel with his cheekbone. I could see he was 

surprised by the strength of my blow. What he didn't know, was that the 

punch that had so shaken him was only about 50% of what I could deliver if I 

wanted.



He came forward intent on hitting me. I could see it in his eyes. I 

delivered three lightning-fast jabs before he could organise his swing. I 

like my jabs. They only go in at about 30% of my max power, but I can get in 

a lot of them very quickly and very accurately. And even at 30% they can do 

a hell of a lot of damage. Enough of them can almost literally take people 

apart. In this case, my adversary ended up with a broken nose, a 

rapidly-shutting eye and a split and bleeding lip.

He staggered backward, confused. I could have finished him off right then, 

but what I wanted was information.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked sweetly.



"I'll kill you, bitch!" he roared as he came back towards me.

The man was just plain stupid. Even now he didn't realise that he had no 

chance at all against me. I'd just have to teach him differently.



I decided to let him feel five big ones. I think three, even two might have 

been enough, but I was annoyed enough now to really let him have it. I 

squinted to measure up right, then sent the blows exploding inward. I felt a 

thrill of power as this big man's body begin to crumble beneath my so-solid 

punches. The first drove deep into his stomach. He gave a moan of shock and 

pain as it struck. As the second crashed into his chest, I felt two of his 

ribs shatter. The third, from my right, hit his shoulder with even more 

force than the first two, sending his whole body spinning into the rear wall 

like a bag of potatoes. I think I'd cracked a bone of some sort, for his arm 

hung limply from then on. All this happened in the space of less than five 

seconds. Without pausing, I stepped forward, preparing my fourth and fifth.

These were the hardest so far. Both smashed into his unprotected chest. The 

first took out three of his ribs, the next four, perhaps five. He gave a 

startled gasp, followed by a high moan of pain.



I forced myself to stand back. I could have gone on, but after just five 

good punches the man was a complete wreck. He was huddled against the back 

wall, literally shaking with the pain and shock, and I could have given him 

the same again, perhaps twice over, no sweat.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked again.

"Look," he almost begged. "I can't tell you."

I was unsympathetic. "Do I have to hit even harder?"

"Harder?" He clearly disbelieved me. I didn't really blame him. I could hit 

phenomenally hard, even then. I'd probably already hit him harder than he'd 

ever experienced before, and still it was probably only 90% of what I could 

do if I really put everything into a punch.

"Do you want me to show you?" I asked, visibly making a fist and beginning 

to draw it back.

He thought for a moment then shook his head. "Please," he begged. "I'll tell 

you all you want to know. Just don't hit me again!"



"I was glad he had cracked. It was no longer a turn-on to show him what I 

could do. He was well and truly beaten. He told me everything. The abandoned 

building had been an ideal site from which to run a serious of confidence 

tricks and insurance scams. With pirated phone-lines, the headquarters were 

practically untraceable. I used their own phone to call the police. I think 

they both got 2-3 years for whatever they'd done from that office. There 

were probably other people involved, but they were never found. Anyway," the 

adult Brionn stretched. "That was one of the most exciting stories from my 

teenage days. Perhaps I'll tell you another sometime."