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Sifu Scorpion sighs and nods, and begins to walk at a steady pace back toward the other Crusaders...
Scorpion at once leaps inside the bag of holding! Foolish Cat! You think I don’t know how the bag of holding works!? Once inside the extra-dimensional space, he looks all of the treasures and magic items Pus’n’Boots has stowed within, and using a sharp shuriken blade, cuts the inside of the bag open, spilling himself and the remaining contents of the bag into the Astral Ane! [i]I may be lost on the Astral Plane... But that is better than facing torture, interrogation, and execution![/i{
Realizing he was caught, and at the Pygmy catfolk swashbuckler’s mercy, Sifu Scorpion’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head in defeat. In Cantonese: Alright! Alright... You have me... I surrender! Do not kill me, please, Mister Cat!
Wounded and running for his life, Sifu Scorpion leaps across a broad via toward the second story balcony on a three-story Roman merchant’s house... Landing with superhuman grace upon the balcony, he forces in the closed door leading into an upstairs room... The door bows in briefly, but the lock holds! A muffled screM comes from within as an occupant of the room beyond is startled by the sudden blow on the balcony door!
quinlan takes off after Scorpion as well, soaring over the rooftops towards his prey. Taking his wand from his side he sends a trio of hornets speeding towards the fleeing monk. [dice=Magic Missile]3d4+3 Scorpion snarls in pain as the force missiles sting him!
Quinlan drops from the sky and sweeps over the heads of the combatants. He holds outs a hand as he reaches Sifu scorpion and releases a torrent of flame at the monk. Burning hands
Scorpion hisses and pats out the flames on his saffron tunic...
Scorpion ducks the magic falchion...
Sifu Scorpion acknowledges defeat, but seeks to escape by leaping up onto a nearby rooftop (the pottery shop again)... Vaulting with a superhuman leap onto the roof, he sneers down at Fox and shouts, Scorpion never cornered, Fox! before bounding away over the rooftops of Rome!
The Centipede shouts in Cantonese: The Centipede flails with many feet! as he leaps high in the air, spinning and kicking multiple times like a tornado of feet! In Cantonese: YOUCH!! YOU BROKE MY COLLAR BONE, YOU MERCILESS DOG!! OOOWWWW!!!
HAH!! HUP!! HAH!! HYUP!! In Japanese: Look, girl! If you don’t help me kill The Centipede first, he’s going to kill both of us!!
[ooc]Flurry of blows vs Sifu Centipede... Spear-Hand strike is blocked... Knife-Hand strike chops Sifu Centipede’s shoulder, dealing damage... Roundhouse kick is blocked... Spinning back kick is ducked... In Japanese, to the Koga kunoichi: Master Centipede is very dangerous, Miss Ninja! He will kill us both unless we gang up on him! Believe me!
In Cantonese: HAHAHAHA!! You were always soft and sentimental, Brother Centipede! That is why I will claim this Fox’s head—over your corpse, if you force me!
Glancing sidelong at the newcomer wearing Buddhist monk’s garb and a round bronze jingasa on his head, Sifu Scorpion sneers and says in Chinese-accented Japanese so all can comprehend his exchange with his old former training mate from the Temple of the Five Venoms on Wudong Mountain: Dakara, anata wa jibun jishin no tame ni onkei o shuchō shinai koto ni kimemashita, masutā jifeide? Shinjimasen! Japanese with Chinese accent: So you have decided not to claim the bounty for yourself, Sifu Centipede? I don’t believe it!
As Fate decrees, the Koga Hexagon Clan shinobi assassin was not the only hunter stalking the Fox this evening... From the roof of a nearby pottery shop, Master Scorpion watches as the black-clad assassin drops down behind his quarry, casting a spell of haste, and slashing two wounds in his right arm in a blindingly fast flurry of dual wakizashi strikes! He listens to their quiet exchange... Then he dives from the rooftop... with supreme grace, into a somersault that puts him adjacent to the Fox and the ninja! Poahhā! Kono kitsune wa watashi no monodesu! Japanese:
Poacher! This Fox is mine!
The Asian monk quickly finishes his leek soup and leaves...
Fox locks eyes with Scorpion for several seconds, and there is an undeniable sense of destiny exchanged between the two... Two travelers from the Far East, here in Rome, in the same tavern, at the same time... It is no coincidence...
A slender but athletic man of Asian features, clad in the nondescript garments of an oriental trader, sits quietly in the corner by himself, not far from where Bear, Fox, and Zagathoth are entertaining the pretty young wenches with tales of their perilous adventures in the Catacombs...
Watching the Bear and the Centipede wrestle from a perch atop a nearby rooftop, Sifu Scorpion frowns. So. My brother, the Centipede, has grown soft. Or has he? Perhaps this is his clever way of getting closer to the target. Very cunning, little brother. But the Scorpion will bide his time, and strike when all defenses are lowered. The Fox’s head—and the bounty—shall be mine.
Watching the fog dissipate from the rooftop of the Florentine bank, his keen eyes penetrating the mist to discern the dire bear, the scarlet magus, the hornet-flinging tiefling wizard, the orc brawler, and through the window of the bakery, there was the broken body of one of the Koga Hexagon Clan’s ninjas, Master Scorpion smiles. Good! They stopped the Wolf Cub. Now I won’t have to do it myself. All I have to do is figure out how to take the Fox out without all his mighty friends around... The journey of a thousand li begins with a single step... |
