Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31401828-20170725144454/@comment-30700719-20170725212530

I crack my knuckles and walk up the stairs to my bedroom. My Hellhound niece follows me upstairs, curious. I open up a cupboard, and my accumulated trophies glitter back at me. "Wow...you earned all these?" I nod my head. "Yep, that's right, kiddo. Follow me. I'll teach you a few steps."

The three months of training go virtually flawless, and my niece learns surprisingly quickly. The only thing that goes awry is when I hired a professional boxing teacher to give a one-shot lesson. The kid was nearly a teenager, by god's sakes. After we pulled him out of the wall of the gym, he had been sent to the hospital. From then on, I taught her myself.

She clambers into the ring, with that notoriously wicked grin that Hellhounds are known for. The other guy must have been at least twice her size. Poor man never knew what hit him. One second, he was throwing a lethal right hook. The next, he was lying on the ground, facedown. "Bloody beautiful, honey! That uppercut knocked him right off his feet!" She laughed and circled around the ring, showing off her well-toned biceps. I reckon she could've punched straight through a door.

The very next day, my suspicions rang true when the air raid alarm went off. I raced out into the street, to find a squadron of Stukas bombing the town. I was paralysed with shock when I saw a bomb coming right at me. Time seemed to slow down, as the pinkish-purplish bomb fell directly towards me. Suddenly, my niece appeared out of nowhere, using an uppercut to launch herself into the air. In midair, she grabbed that bomb and proceeded to punch it right back at the Stuka. It set on fire, and began to fall to the ground. "Uncle? Are you okay?" I patted my niece on the shoulder. "Never, in my whole life, have I been able to save another person's life with boxing. You have officially become the master." I gave her a quick, courteous bow. "You're gonna do great things when you grow up, sweetie. And by god, I pity the man who tries to fight you."