[color=00746b][b][u]Mao[/u][/b][/color]

Among the many chosen that awaited the announcement of the beginning of the Tower's ascent a man dressed in the garbs of a tibetan monk stood tall whilst sipping periodically from an hour glass shaped gourd with a rope tied around it's midsection. This man was none other than Ha Mao, whom had been passing the time by enjoying the rather pricey wine he'd managed to relieve (read:extort) from one of his more well off cousins as a going away/congratulations gift before he began his climb. Mao had been working his way towards a good buzz, and was mid-sip when the announcement of the test from the light house everyone had been gathered around sounded. Needless to say, it was all Mao could do to not spit out his mouthful of wine as people began to turn on each other with surprisingly little prodding. The monk rather hurriedly capped the gourd and tied it back onto his waist, though, sadly, not without spilling some of it in the process.

"[color=00746b]Curse my rotten luck, this is good wine[/color]" He grumbled to no one in particular just before someone turned and punched him square in the jaw. It wasn't extremely painful, but it was an definitely an eye opener, that much was certain. Luckily for Mao, but unluckily for the attacker, years of fighting in his youth between himself and other Ha family members had made him pretty durable, pair that with his tutelage under the Jokhang monastery, and he was, for all intents and purposes, a human shaped brick wall. Mao turned back just in time to receive another fist that snapped his head back, this time however he recovered even quicker and was able to grab his aggressor's fist as they came in for another blow. "[color=00746b]Even the Buddha will grow angry if struck three times.[/color]" He stated plainly before shoving his shoulder into the other man's chest and sending him airborne with a rotation of his hip and a sharp tug and release. Mao didn't wait to see where the other man landed -luckily for Rammus it was atop the needle bearing man-, rather he unbound the glaive on his back and struck the nearest person to him in the hip with the ball end. Rather than continue going on the offensive, Mao used his weapon to create a circle of space around himself, keeping others at bay by whipping his weapon about in an effort to leave no openings to his body. It would be hard to see due to his constant flurry of motion, but Mao still left the needle end of his weapon sheathed as he moved to and fro.