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[hr][center][h3][b]March 20th, 2005[/b][/h3][/center]
[center][b]Chinatown, New York City (11:01 PM)[/b][/center]
Well, that’s one way to close up the night— if it’s even over at this point. Was this what my brother dealt with every night of his life since he donned the mantle of the White Tiger? I’m not sure, but if it was then I don’t know how I’m going to be able to deal with the constance of this level of problems. Keeping the Bronx safe is one thing, but this is a completely different beast. I mean, I will have to and with allies like this Iron Fist I think I have a chance to get used to it; and there’s a lot that Iron Fist seems to know that I don’t based on our conversation leading up to this regarding his familiarity with our enemies. My brother didn’t have allies like this… maybe if he did I wouldn’t be here donned in ebony fighting ninjas and whatever the heck that was that I just humiliated. 

I’m tired… no, exhausted— but I’m still standing. Which is more than I can say about Iron Fist. Maybe if he hadn’t screamed ‘KHAAAAAN’ like a cartoon character he’d have more energy… but then again he did release… what did he call it? Qi? 

I look over to him.

[color=seagreen]“I'll just be a minute. Exploding a small army of kung fu demons off of a rooftop takes...considerable tolls.”[/color]

[color=silver]“I’m sure.” [/color]

[color=silver]“I would have been utterly overwhelmed without you.... I want to thank you. Especially since we got off on such a bad foot.”[/color]

Probably not the time to do this, but screw it.

[color=silver]“Heck of a night, though. What was it exactly that I was fighting?”[/color]