they were was.He also made it clear to them, however, that if a fighter was to win, he had to improvise.


"Never use the same attack twice against the same opponent! This gives him a chance to avoid a possible mistake and to be devastating!" He held in front of them, "You must not expect that you will only ever have to deal with opponents who still cannot react to them after the fifth time the same attack!"


Maiju did not find it difficult to comply with this request; she fought spontaneously and was able to adjust to the opponent very quickly. Her big handicap, however, was that she could no longer defend herself if the blows were too close and she could no longer dodge. Her favorite part of fighting was firing at her opponent, landing a blow as she passed, hooking it, and attacking again from a completely unexpected direction. Their considerable speed was a great advantage.

After some interesting fights, it was Maiju's turn. Maiju went into a position ready to fight, while her opponent - a guy who, if he had wanted to go to Mardi Gras as a bear, wouldn't even have to dress up - seemed to consider whether this little girl with the cat paws that were one size too big was worth the effort to move at all. He looked so confident that Maiju felt the hot rage boil up inside him. When she was done with him, he wouldn't look down at her so deliberately!


The other warriors formed a loose circle around her. Their faces clearly showed skepticism and sometimes the question of whether Waat wanted to kill the little one. Only the captain and Ti'aLan showed no emotion. They were also the only ones who knew Maiju's fighting power.


"Begins!" barked Waat. Maiju tensed. Your opponent did nothing of the sort.


So he won't attack. But the way I judge him, he won't evade either.Bad luck for him!


Nevertheless she waited, moved in that softly winding way that disturbed the opponent's concentration in the long run, and calmly chose the best target. The belly, just below the edge of the breastplate, was the most inviting place for the first blow. Let's go!


With an acceleration that would have done any racing car credit, Maiju catapulted himself forward, lunged, saw the show-off's eyes widen, threw her legs forward and hit him millimeters above his manhood, he bent over, she pushed off , shot up, crashed down on him. Jerk hard as her elbow met his neck.


Then she released it and waited.


The audience made big eyes, a good part had their mouths open. Only Ti'aLan grinned cautiously and winked at her.


Waat nodded as if to say: I knew it!


All of this gave her a boost. She had to try not to grin too.

Her opponent groaned: "You beast! You get that back!"


Maiju was astonished: "What, you can still speak? Soon no more! And then for longer!"


Instead of an answer, he attacked her, a clumsy, awkward, but nevertheless tremendously powerful movement. However, the blow went nowhere, Maiju dodged upwards, thundering her hands, clasped like when playing volleyball, on the back of his head, while she hit him with her tail from below and hit him in the face with double force. But then she was pulled down with a jerk. He had caught her tail, and before she knew it, her opponent was pressing her, one arm against her neck, the other hand holding her rod tightly, as if in a vice.


Maiju couldn't breathe, she kicked, writhed, tried to bite, but nothing worked. The fact that she worked him with her elbows didn't make him let go either.


"So, and who doesn't speak anymore, huh?" he mocked.

Maiju growled, panting. Slowly her resistance weakened, but her anger grew at the same time. She tried to focus her energy, on a point in her body from where she had to hit it, concentrated ...


Oh, damn it, no air! At any moment she would lose consciousness ... energy at a point ...


She felt the warm currents of energy in her body, but instead of concentrating on one point, they did the exact opposite: they spread evenly throughout her body ...


Maiju jerked her head back, her elbows back, she seemed to explode when she released the energy with one blow, the detonation hurled her opponents backwards.


A bright blue energy shield surrounded her like a full-body protective suit. Her breath came in gusts, her fists clenched, her tail whipping, she stared angrily at the completely surprised person.


"Just go on like this," she hissed through bared teeth, "and I guarantee nothing!"

After recovering from his initial shock, however, her opponent didn't look half as impressed as she'd hoped.


"You think you are dangerous? I'll show you how dangerous I can be!"


That didn't impress Maiju very much: "Well, then show me! But give yourself a little effort!"


He attacked again, feigning a left hook and giving her a left straight, but got a kick that slashed half the armor before he could strike again, she dropped, disappeared into the foliage, dived behind him up again, hit him in the pelvic area on both sides of the spine. And then with a two-handed shot of a box beam in the back. He crashed. A crash as it fell through the branches, a thud.


Maiju had won.


At Waats Wink, a couple of soldiers floated down to the ground to help the loser get back on his feet.

The rest eyed the winner with suspicious to fearful looks. With this fight Maiju had gained respect. Whom she looked at, they unconsciously walked into a humble posture, and she liked that. After all, she had defeated the strongest of this unit so far.


What he didn't like at all: When he reappeared, scratched, bleeding from a wound on his stomach, beaten, he glared at her angrily, but rather kept his mouth shut as a precaution. Maiju ignored him, just as she absolutely couldn't be ignored herself.


Waat didn't find much to criticize about her fighting style, but she did find that of her opponent: too slow, clumsy, unadjusted, strength isn't everything. Arrogant sucker. He would have made the classic mistake of judging the opponent by appearance.


The next fight was over quickly and ended in a double knockout. Both soldiers had shot a ball of energy at the same time, the balls exploded and checked their creators.The captain was upset about her "absolute inability to foresee logical consequences."


Then it was Ti'aLan's turn. Much to Maiju's horror, he was dealt with by his opponent within seconds and then shouted into the ground by Waat, because "someone with such a fighting strength is really not entitled to overestimate himself!"


Very meekly, Ti'aLan returned to his place among the audience.


A few more fights, then Waat rearranged the pairs, faster ones with slow ones, instructing the slow ones to hit me with full force, and the fast ones just to dodge.


Needless to say, Maiju was one of the quick. Your partner resembled a hand grenade: small, round and extremely explosive, i.e. hot-tempered. But his attacks were so terrifyingly slow that Maiju often caught herself wandering her mind. She had to pull herself together not to yawn loudly.Was that boring! The dwarf struggled to hit her, and she dodged all of his blows with elegant dangling movements.


That made him even angrier than he already was, and he went straight to the beating without taking anything but air. Maiju didn't even have to fend off. What a fade, really! Why hadn't Waat chosen an opponent for her that she at least had to fend off? With an opponent of the same speed, she would already be in a tight spot!


Don't feel like wasting your time on this slow march! Maiju grabbed his approaching fist and pulled him towards her own. The impact of his face on her fist wasn't very violent, but it was enough to flatten his nose. Holding on to it, her partner snapped at her: "Who allowed you to defend yourself? Captain Waat said nothing about that!"


Bored, Maiju replied: "So what? Do you always do what Waat tells you?"

"Yes! And besides, it's Captain Waat!"


"I don't care what it's called! And besides, I won't buy it from you!"


"Huh what?"


"That you are always so obedient!"


"But I am!"


"You are hypocritical!"


"Hussy!"


"Garden gnome!"


"You want trouble, don't you?"


Maiju laughed: "Oh come on, don't be ridiculous! You won't even meet me!"


"Would you bet on it?"


"If I had something to bet on ..."


"How about that: if I meet you, I can spank your bum ..."


"What? Do you have a blow?"


"Figuratively speaking, of course!"


"I see.."


He continued: "... and if I don't see you by lunch break, you can beat me up!"


This statement made Maiju start to doubt her opponent's sanity a little. "But you risk a lot!"


"Oh where! So, does the bet stand?"


She shrugged. "Applies!"

Of course he didn't meet her. And when Waat gave them an hour off for lunch, she slapped him and warned him not to bet again. Then she flew away with Ti'aLan, leaving behind a rather offended hand grenade dwarf.


Over dinner, they speculated about who would have a chance of getting into the Sonderkommando and gossiped about Waat, and Maiju deliberately overlooked the fact that the Saiyajins were only one table away.


The hour passed quickly and everyone found themselves outside again, where Waat was waiting again and looking as if he hadn't moved at all.


The afternoon training consisted of a kind of upside-down game of catch: everyone chased you, whoever caught him became the hunted himself. The playing field was the whole planet, except for headquarters.


Maiju soon realized what the game was all about: reacting quickly to the opponent's movements. The fact that there were so many opponents