Western Zone Ruffians <M>
Nov 9, 2012 0:18:56 GMT -8
Post by Spirit<~ on Nov 9, 2012 0:18:56 GMT -8
The men all paused. The heat wave that Fe had sent there way was not entirely visible, but the effects of it were. They all hesitated for a long second, realizing for the first time that Fe was no where near as helpless as she had once looked.
"Ninja." One of the thugs hissed under his breath. Another man spat on the floor in mock disgust.
"Haven't you miserable mist ninja done enough damage to this village." The boss said, his low tone wavering with his contained anger.
"You'd all be like scattered clans of rats, scavenging off others and stabbing all who came close to you in the back without the ninja of Kirigakure. Be careful of what you say, scum." Fe spoke in an even tone, as if she were informing him of cold facts from a textbook. Provoked by Fe's words, the men attacked simultaneously. Anger gave men uncanny power, and although it was a great strength, it was also a gaping hole of a weakness. Anger made their raging attacks sloppy, easy to dodge, and even easier to counter. She had learned this very lesson recently.
The first of the goons reached Fe, sized her up and tried to slice her across the chest with the small curl bladed dagger in his right hand. Fe ducked and sidestepped under his outstretched arm. Planting her feet firmly she launched two punches to his gut, the speed and power of each shot driving deeply into his open midsection. Saliva shot from his mouth and before he could even utter a moan his eyes rolled up into his head as he passed out, his face still locked in an eternal grimace of pain. Fe took the small dagger from his hand as he fell and then turned to face the next closest attacker.
He was still a five or six paces away but yet he charged in full speed with no real means of truly defending himself against Fe's much greater skill. She was a lioness among puppies, and his time had come. She threw the dagger hilt first, connecting flush with his right foot at the apex of the man's stride. He stumbled in Fe's direction. She drove off her planted feet, two powerful strides that sped Fe towards the thug. She grabbed his head firmly with her hands and swung her knee up into his face. There was loud crack as the two connected. Fe sprung back lightly off the contact, allowing the man to fall in a heap to the floor. Blood poured from his now misshapen nose. He was not dead but he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon either.
The attack fizzled out quickly and the remaining guys looked towards their boss.
"A lot of talent, a lot of talent." The boss commented, stalling as he thought up an exit strategy. Fe saw right through this obvious tactic and she moved herself in between him and his nearest exit. The goons gave her a wide berth, noticing both the power and speed of her counter-attacks. The boss conceded a few steps as he moved back in an attempt to keep the same amount of space between himself and Fe before she started moving to cut him off. Fe was not entirely sure what to do next, but as she was drawing a blank, a bright light of an idea struck her.
"Don't tell me the scum is afraid of a teenage girl?" Fe spoke with the sweetest voice she could muster, adding a very girly laugh at the end. She was hoping to goad them into another ill-fated attack. Beat them physically, beat them mentally....
"Ninja." One of the thugs hissed under his breath. Another man spat on the floor in mock disgust.
"Haven't you miserable mist ninja done enough damage to this village." The boss said, his low tone wavering with his contained anger.
"You'd all be like scattered clans of rats, scavenging off others and stabbing all who came close to you in the back without the ninja of Kirigakure. Be careful of what you say, scum." Fe spoke in an even tone, as if she were informing him of cold facts from a textbook. Provoked by Fe's words, the men attacked simultaneously. Anger gave men uncanny power, and although it was a great strength, it was also a gaping hole of a weakness. Anger made their raging attacks sloppy, easy to dodge, and even easier to counter. She had learned this very lesson recently.
The first of the goons reached Fe, sized her up and tried to slice her across the chest with the small curl bladed dagger in his right hand. Fe ducked and sidestepped under his outstretched arm. Planting her feet firmly she launched two punches to his gut, the speed and power of each shot driving deeply into his open midsection. Saliva shot from his mouth and before he could even utter a moan his eyes rolled up into his head as he passed out, his face still locked in an eternal grimace of pain. Fe took the small dagger from his hand as he fell and then turned to face the next closest attacker.
He was still a five or six paces away but yet he charged in full speed with no real means of truly defending himself against Fe's much greater skill. She was a lioness among puppies, and his time had come. She threw the dagger hilt first, connecting flush with his right foot at the apex of the man's stride. He stumbled in Fe's direction. She drove off her planted feet, two powerful strides that sped Fe towards the thug. She grabbed his head firmly with her hands and swung her knee up into his face. There was loud crack as the two connected. Fe sprung back lightly off the contact, allowing the man to fall in a heap to the floor. Blood poured from his now misshapen nose. He was not dead but he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon either.
The attack fizzled out quickly and the remaining guys looked towards their boss.
"A lot of talent, a lot of talent." The boss commented, stalling as he thought up an exit strategy. Fe saw right through this obvious tactic and she moved herself in between him and his nearest exit. The goons gave her a wide berth, noticing both the power and speed of her counter-attacks. The boss conceded a few steps as he moved back in an attempt to keep the same amount of space between himself and Fe before she started moving to cut him off. Fe was not entirely sure what to do next, but as she was drawing a blank, a bright light of an idea struck her.
"Don't tell me the scum is afraid of a teenage girl?" Fe spoke with the sweetest voice she could muster, adding a very girly laugh at the end. She was hoping to goad them into another ill-fated attack. Beat them physically, beat them mentally....
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