Brionn gets obstructive. (Part 1)
By Alpesco
Even as a teenager Brionn proves she can't be ignored.

It was a few years back, when Frank Blaine and I were involved in a 
real big deal upcountry. We were in some half-dead resort hotel on 
a stinking stretch of water called Lake Augessy. To clinch the deal 
we had to get to the town on the far side of the lake before the 
banks closed.

Trouble was, the only passenger boat on the whole damn lake had 
left an hour before. There was no road and no other boat. Then 
somebody told us there was a boat used by this water-ski school 
about ten minutes down the lakeshore. When we got there, we saw the 
speedboat at a wooden jetty. A girl was in it. 
She couldn't have been more than fourteen, but tall and gangly, 
about five foot ten. She wore shorts and a small top cut away to 
expose her arms. And her arms looked strong. Despite her slightness 
elsewhere, she had broad shoulders and long long arms clothed in a 
shimmering layer of muscle.

'Look, girl,' said Blaine. 'We need to borrow your boat to get to 
town.'
'Sorry.' She clambered up on to the pier. 'Its not available.'
'Yeah?'  Blaine frowned. 'Who's in charge here?'
'For this afternoon I am,' she said. 'The name's Brionn.'

'Well, Brionn, we need to get across the lake on urgent business. 
We'll pay you thirty dollars for the time.'
She shook her head.
'Forty.'
'No.'
'Fifty!'
She shook her head once more, turning away to tinker with a 
harness.
'Look. We've got important business!' Blaine was getting annoyed. 
'We've got to have this boat.'
'Find some other boat.' She said. 'You're not using this one.'
'Why not?' I demanded.


'One: we might lose some real business. Two: I don't like the look 
of either of you!'

Angry, Blaine caught her by the shoulder.
The girl's response was immediate, she spun round and caught hold 
of his wrist, twisting it up as her foot hooked round the front of 
his leg. Suddenly he was sprawled  on the ground in front of her.
'Keep your hands off me!' she spat. 'I'm taking you nowhere. So get 
lost both of you!'

'No dumb brat talks to me like that!' Frank roared, scrambling to 
his feet and raising a hand to hit her.

But instead of shrinking back, the girl stood her ground, her eyes 
narrowing as her right hand tightened into a solid, angular fist. 
Before he could touch her, it had shot, lightning fast, once, 
twice, three times into Blaine's face. The blows did not look hard. 
They were swift jabs from the elbow, but they stopped the big man 
in his tracks and sent him staggering backward, blood streaming 
from his nose. 
Then, to my astonishment, the girl stepped forward to deliver three 
huge punches to Frank's head; a heavy left, a right and then 
another massive left. They were far harder than the first, driven 
by the speed of her long arms, and the immense uncoiling power of 
her long, gangly body. I couldn't believe the velocity with which 
the blows hit home. Frank could take care of himself, but he had no 
chance to recover as he was sent stumbling a half dozen feet 
backward. A fourth a fifth and a sixth blow followed, every bit as 
hard - if not harder. The last sent Frank sprawling to the ground. 
I stared in total disbelief. This fourteen-year-old had just 
knocked a full grown man, nearly twice her weight, to the ground 
with the sheer power of her punches. 

Blaine's face was swollen, his nose looked misplaced, and three 
separate streams of blood ran down his face. He tried to get back 
up, but fell back to the decking.

'Hold her!' he roared at me. 'Don't let her get away!'
She didn't look much like running away, standing above him, those 
bony fists still aggressively clenched. But he was the boss and I 
obeyed. I came forward to pin her arms, but she twisted out 
of my grasp, backing off a step before sending her right foot 
arcing viciously up into my chest.
The impact was unbelievable. I staggered a full ten paces backward 
under the huge weight of that long, sleek-muscled leg. 
It felt like a rib had cracked. A wave of anger poured over me. How 
could I let a schoolkid, a girl, do this to me? I closed on her, 
trying to keep out of the way of those powerful legs.

I almost caught her arm - but she was too fast. Slipping from my 
grasp, she launched a lightning-fast punch to the middle of my 
face. It was only a jab. It seemed to have no weight behind it at 
all, but the impact was shocking. I felt a burst of pain as my nose 
crumpled and my head was knocked back. I saw stars. Where did she 
get her strength? 
Before I could think, four more, just as hard, tore into my face. I 
was in a world of pain, blood pouring down my cheek. I was dazed 
and disorientated. This was all happening too fast. I raised my 
hands to try to protect myself. That was when she really hit me. 
Four full punches, at least three times as hard as the jabs, 
crashed into me. I couldn't believe that it was this hundred and 
ten pound girl that was hitting me. Surely only a full-grown man 
could hit like that? I fell to one knee.

'You're so strong!'  I gasped, holding up a hand to ward her off.
'Yes,' she said with a sneer, flexing her arm to produce a bicep 
the size of a large orange. 'You want me to show you how strong?'  
Without warning, she turned to Frank, who was almost back on his 
feet behind her. Sweeping one of her long arms 
around his legs, and the other beneath his body, she straightened, 
lifting the 220lb man clean off the ground in her arms. I stared in 
disbelief as this 110lb girl stood up straight beneath the crushing 
weight, supporting him at shoulder height. I could see it was a 
strain, but her face was set and she did not give in. Tense muscles 
blazed along her arm, rippling sleekly across her exposed midriff. 
Then suddenly she twisted, hurling the heavy weight down on top of 
me. I groaned as we both went down in a mass of flailing limbs.

'Right.' Her voice commanded. 'Get up and get off this pier.'
We stumbled slowly to our feet, both of us hurting. Frank looked 
like he'd been in a road accident.
'How..?' he began.
'I do a lot of martial arts,' she said, taking a step back to 
admire her handiwork. 'I can beat the crap out of a lot of guys. 
Sometimes two bozos together, like you.'

Frank, I knew, was seething with anger. He was not going to allow 
himself to be beaten by a child like this - and that remark did it.
'Why you..' He took a huge swing at the girl. But I'm sure she was 
expecting it. She swayed aside with a sneer and caught his flying 
arm in both of hers. Then with a savage wrench, she brought his 
elbow down across her upraised knee. There was a dull crack and a 
roar of pain as it broke. She released the useless 
arm to hang loose at his side, then unleashed four more massive 
punches to his face and jaw.

I tried to intervene, grabbing the girl's arm, but was at once sent 
flying by another brutal kick from her steely leg. gasping for air, 
and wary now of tackling her again, I watched Brionn send her fists 
scything into Blaine's face and body in a relentless sequence of 
punitive blows. She was two inches shorter than Frank and half his 
weight, but she had such perfect control of her long, sinuously 
muscled body that she could generate appalling power. Dense-muscled 
legs, whipcorded waist and square-blocked shoulders built one upon 
the other in one uncoiling blur of motion to produce the immense 
weight of punch that her long arms finally delivered.

One after the other, her massive punches tore into their target 
with a destructive speed and power that most fully grown men 
couldn't come close to matching. I counted nine huge blows as she 
ripped them into Blaine's face and body. I heard his deepening 
groans as each of them struck its target. And incredibly, far from 
weakening, her blows steadily grew in power as she blasted them 
home. The damage she was doing to Blaine was incredible. His face 
was unrecognisable, a swollen, misshapen mass, his body battered 
and swaying. With her tenth shuddering punch she sent him spinning 
to the ground where he lay completely still.

Brionn studied him for a moment, then turned and picked up the 
caseful of money he'd been carrying.
'No!' I said, rushing forward before she could open it 'Put that 
down!'
She dropped it, clenching her fist to bring it crashing round into 
my jaw. I felt the crack of bone and a torrent of pain. I struck out 
at her in fury.

She dodged my cumsy blow with a gymnasts' ease, twisting to launch 
a flurry of stinging jabs into my face. Six of them landed in less 
than three seconds, hurting, bruising and drawing blood from nose, 
mouth and eye. 
Then she really hit me. Those big punches came at me now, crashing 
into my head and body like hammer blows. I still couldn't believe 
how strong she was, how much damage her long arms could do. I felt 
one of my ribs crack, the pain like a knife wound, as one blow 
drove into me. Then another went. A third massive blow knocked all 
the air from my lungs. it only took five more of those devastating 
punches to send me toppling to the ground, bruised and bleeding.

She stared at us both for a moment. 'Now,' she said. 'Guess what? 
You're going to get your boat ride.'

CONTINUED IN PART TWO