[center][h1]Zhao Jinhai[/h1][/center]

Headshot. Headshot. Tracer. Tracer. Reload. Now it was starting to get annoying. Turkey shoots weren't quite as fun when the turkeys kept coming back to unlife faster than he could sight them. Right, they had to change tactics. A clap of thunder caught his attention, and Jinhai quirked an eyebrow as he saw Teratoma get sent flying. 

Well, damn. Alright, bit more proof that it was time to do his job as a monk and start taking this a bit more seriously. He tucked his gun away, pulling out a handful of fulu talismans instead. Sure, his weren't exactly the best quality, but every little bit helped at this point. Jinhai surged forward past Teratoma, who seemed to be charging in the other direction, and moved to engage the samurai ghost. 

He led off with flowing piguaquan palm strikes, each blow he threw at the samurai aimed to stick a fulu on it on top of trying to do damage. These Taoist talismans in particular were aimed at suppressing the spiritually unclean, weakening them for conventional attacks to work. Hopefully they'd at least do something to the big leader. 

As the last of his half-dozen fulu were placed on the samurai, Jinhai switched back to baji, exploding into action as he sent fists and elbows flying towards the ghost. 

[b]"无为二无不为..."[/b] He chanted under his breath, aiming to steady himself mentally and spiritually as he struck. The more in tune and harmonized he was, the more his blows and magics would work.