July 24th, 2032 | Suicidal Training
"I'll kill you!" A vicious woman screamed, running at a bald Hispanic man with a ripped blouse. She couldn't run fast because she suffered from gangrene on her left leg, festering from a wound she had gotten days or even weeks prior.
The wound did not hinder her passion and anger, and she had power and speed far surpassing what should be possible for a starving woman suffering from late-stage necrosis.
A large bolt of Qi ripped across a broken city street in Meridian City, ripping through her chest and making her upper body explode. While it got the job done, it continued further until—
BOOOOOOM! Rubble, rubble, RUBBLE, BOOM!
—it hit a building behind the woman, crashing through its support beams and making it collapse.
"Denzel!" The bald man roared, "You're using too much Qi!"
"It's only one woman, Eric." A buff black man scoffed, "Chill out. The streets here are empty, there's plenty of time to—"
"KahhHhhHHhhHhhHHhhHhhH!"