The first punch flew with the force of a freight train.Trike's fist barreled toward Park's face, her muscles coiling with raw power. But Park's reflexes were razor-sharp. She pivoted on her back leg, her hands snapping up like a cobra to intercept the strike. Her palm caught Trike's knuckles cleanly, the impact resonating like a dull clap.Park's emerald-green eyes narrowed, a flicker of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That all you got, hornhead?"Trike snarled, yanking her arm back and twisting into a defensive stance. "Shut up, pipehead!" she barked, rushing forward again.The fight exploded into a blur of close-quarters combat.Park lashed out with a swift front kick, her strong legs whipping with mechanical precision. Trike sidestepped, catching the kick on her thigh with a sharp grunt, then retaliated with a vicious right hook. Park ducked low, weaving under the attack with the fluidity of a seasoned fighter.A quick jab from Park followed, aiming for Trike's exposed ribs, but Trike twisted her body at the last second, deflecting the blow with her forearm. She followed up with a shoulder ram, her frill glowing faintly as she surged forward.The impact sent Park skidding back a few feet, her clawed toes digging into the ground for traction. Trike didn't let up, charging again, her horns aimed squarely at Park's torso.Anon's eyes narrowed, observing every movement. The speed, the precision—they weren't just fighting on instinct. This was practiced. Refined. Trained.As Trike closed the distance, her horns glowing faintly with energy, Park leaned back and pivoted, her crest pulsing with an eerie red glow. Trike's charge should've gored her, but the horns glanced off harmlessly, as though deflected by an invisible barrier.Park smirked."Surprised, huh?" she taunted, her crest flaring brighter, the red glow radiating out like a heatwave. "Meteor fragment power, bonehead. You're not the only one packing an upgrade."Trike snarled, her frill pulsating with its own crimson energy. "Don't get cocky!" she roared, planting her feet and launching into a spinning backfist.Park caught the strike on her forearm, the impact reverberating through her body. She winced slightly but retaliated immediately, spinning on her heel and delivering a sharp low kick to Trike's knee.Trike staggered but recovered quickly, using her momentum to spin into a roundhouse kick of her own. The sheer force of her swing sent a gust of air rippling outward, but Park ducked under it, her legs coiled like springs.And then she leapt.With a sharp exhale, Park delivered a flying knee strike aimed squarely at Trike's chest. Trike raised her arms just in time, blocking the blow, but the force sent her sliding back several feet."You're fast," Trike admitted, shaking her arms out as the glow on her frill intensified. "But let's see how you handle this!"She charged again, this time feinting left before pivoting into a shoulder tackle. Park braced herself, planting her feet and absorbing the impact. The two locked in a grapple, their claws digging into each other's shoulders as they fought for dominance.As the fight continued, Anky watched with a disinterested, yet calculating gaze, trike's frill pulsing with energy. When she took a swing, Anky's sharp eyes followed every movement, but it wasn't just the fight she was focused on. She had her sights set on Anon, who was standing off to the side, casually watching the chaos unfold as if it were just another day at the zoo.Anky sauntered over to him, her movements predatory and sharp. "So, ¿te gusta mirar esto, mono?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery. ("So, you like watching this, monkey?")Anon, never one to be easily rattled, glanced at her and shrugged. "I like all kinds of combat."Anky sneered, her lips curling up in disdain. "Seguro que sí. ¿Te gusta la lucha libre también, entonces? Creo que a tu tipo le gustaría eso, ¿no?" ("Sure you do. You like wrestling too, right? I bet your kind would like that.")Anon, unfazed, nodded slowly. "Yeah, wrestling's good too."A flash of interest crossed Anky's eyes, the venom in her expression briefly replaced with something more curious. "Ah, sí... en mi cultura, siempre fui luchadora. El poder de una mujer, ¿sabes?" she said, her words almost casual as she leaned in, not quite aware she was giving Anon a glimpse into her past. ("Ah, yes... in my culture, I was always a wrestler. The power of a woman, you know?")As the fight raged on in the background, Anky's expression softened for a moment, and she allowed herself a small, almost nostalgic smile. But then, as if remembering who she was talking to, her eyes narrowed and the smile dropped.She straightened up quickly, clearly annoyed with herself for even engaging in this conversation. "Bah, no importa," she muttered under her breath, turning away from him. "Es solo un mono, ¿verdad?"Stega, who had been watching the interaction from a distance, raised an eyebrow as Anky walked off. Turning to Anon, she leaned in, speaking in a low tone. "那是怎么回事?" ("What was that about?")Anon shrugged nonchalantly, his face unreadable as he returned his attention to the fight, letting the moment pass without giving it much thought.As the fight continued in the background, Stega leaned closer to Anon, her voice low and cautious as she whispered in Chinese, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening."你知道吗...气功和武术是密切相关的,尤其是和我们的陨石力量有关." (Do you know... Kung Fu and martial arts are closely tied, especially with our meteor power.) She paused, her eyes darting around nervously before continuing. "那股能量,不仅仅来自于我们自己身体的力量,而是从陨石中汲取的.就像爬行动物在阳光下 basking（晒太阳）一样,它赋予我们额外的力量." (That energy doesn't just come from our own bodies; it's drawn from the meteor. It's like reptiles basking in the sun, it gives us extra strength.)Anon furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of what she was saying. "So... the meteor gives you power, like an energy source?"Stega nodded, her fingers fiddling with the edges of her sleeve, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "很多富有的家族住在靠近陨石的地方,他们的力量更强.我家住得很远,远在亚洲." (Many wealthy families live close to the meteor, their power is stronger. My family lives far away, all the way in Asia.)Anon raised an eyebrow. "Asia... where exactly?" He was genuinely curious now, but Stega's expression hardened for a moment."那地方你不需要知道." (That's a place you don't need to know about.) Her voice was tight, almost dismissive, and it made Anon sense that there was more to her family's story than she was willing to share.Stega quickly regained her composure, glancing away and shifting her weight nervously. "我不喜欢谈论这些." (I don't like talking about it.) Her eyes met his for a fleeting second before she turned her head slightly, her posture closing off.Anon didn't press further, but the information about the meteor, the martial arts, and the secretive distance between her family and the meteor piqued his curiosity. Still, he respected her boundaries, knowing pushing too far could break the fragile truce they had.Stega cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. "你总是这么安静吗?" (Are you always this quiet?) Her tone was more playful now, almost mocking. "Like a stone statue... no opinions?"Anon smirked, leaning back slightly, pretending to check his phone. "I just observe," he said coolly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You can't learn much if you're busy talking."Her lips twitched into a smile, but it faded quickly, her gaze flickering back to the fight.The distant clash of fists and the occasional grunt from the fighters on the field didn't seem to faze her, though her eyes kept tracking the others as they moved. Stega's attention seemed half on the fight, half on Anon, a complicated expression flickering across her face. She wanted to push him away, but part of her couldn't help but remain intrigued by him, by the mysteries he seemed to carry.After a long, pregnant silence, Stega whispered again in Chinese, this time softer, almost as if she were speaking more to herself than to him. "你们人类...可能永远都不会理解我们是如何用这股力量生活的." (You humans... might never understand how we live with this power.) She didn't look at him when she said it, and there was a certain sadness in her voice, a vulnerability she quickly masked.Anon, sensing this shift, didn't answer. Instead, he let the silence hang between them, like the weight of the words still lingering in the air.Stega shifted uncomfortably but didn't walk away this time. Instead, she gave him one last wary glance, as if deciding if she should say more. Then she shrugged, almost carelessly. 她的眼神变得冷淡又有些不耐烦, "你不会在一天之内学会的,对吧? ("Well, you won't learn everything in one day, right?")Her shoulders stiffened, and with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Anon to ponder the strange conversation and the glimmer of something more beneath her guarded exterior.