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The streets of Vasishka were rather quiet and calm. John sat on a metallic bench, reading the travel guide he had managed to secure. According to the travel guide, Vasishka was home to many different races. Businesses thrived, and cultural diffusion was very common.

Suddenly, he sensed something [i]ominous[/i].

John stood up from the bench. He turned backwards and was met by a glare from a short-haired woman, who was presumably another traveler. He could presume that from her outfit, which consisted of a rugged jacket ([i]Another jacket? Wow.[/i]), a [url=https://www.swordsofmight.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/p-64969-FM-644GN__75626.jpg]belt[/url], and a pair of khaki pants with an awful lot of pockets. However, he could [i]sense[/i] the woman's intentions. She seemed to be intent on observing him through her dorky round glasses. On top of all that, she had a sword strapped to her belt. John wasn't the only swordsman in the vicinity. Without a doubt, John approached the mysterious figure. He slid up the small book up one of the inner compartments of his jacket and began to speak:

[color=lightblue]"Hey, d'you need anything?"[/color]

[color=#48C9B0]"N-no. I just happened to p-pass by..."[/color]

All of a sudden, John caught the sound of hushed footsteps from not far away. Somebody was approaching, slowly and steadily. John could feel the other man's presence, for he did not only use his eyes, but also his raw instinct. His eyes began to glow a light blue, and wisps of energy began to levitate upwards. Quickly, he re-positioned himself. The lady seemed to be worried, and she attempted to get John talking.

[color=#48C9B0]"I-is anything wrong?"[/color]

[color=cyan]"Indeed."[/color]

Out of nowhere, the other man finally showed up. He was jumping right at John, holding an [url=https://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/1/1b/Electrostaff-SW.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20150905055830]electric staff[/url] right up in the air.

[color=silver][b]"BOOKAYASH-"[/b][/color]

John had already positioned itself in a way so that if anybody were to come at him, they would be facing his side. He had channeled destructive [i]ki[/i] to all parts of his body, and when the other man came jumping at him, the [i]ki[/i] would travel to his foot. He would then counter with a high kick aimed right at the attacker's hip:

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When the foot would connect, the [i]ki[/i] would do its trick. The attacker would be sent flying away.

[color=silver]"[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[sub]AAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhh[/sub]"[/color]

[color=cyan]"Checkmate."[/color]

John turned back to the lady. She had unsheathed a knife, and headed towards him. John was not in the mood to bust out his sword so he decided to ram the woman with another [i]ki[/i]-charged punch. The woman would most likely be sent flying away as well.

[i]But she didn't.[/i]

In fact, she did not only have a knife in hand. When John's fist was midway in meeting with her face, she opened her palm, revealing a neatly folded paper talisman. She was holding the knife only using her fingers, so that she could open her fist, which eagerly clutched the talisman. The knife was just there to lull John into a false sense of security. She then used her palm to catch John's fist. Once the paper talisman met with John's fist, he would feel the impact of the punch shift in position. He felt it creep up towards his chest. The woman, on the other hand, would feel nothing.

[color=#48C9B0]"It's pointless. I've analyzed your style of fighting from your fancy trick. To try hitting me with a closed fist would be suicidal."[/color]

Finally, the force of the punch had finally shifted in direction. John was sent flying backwards.

[color=cyan]"[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[sub]AAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhh[/sub]"[/color]

John's flight would soon be stopped by a force that hindered his movement, but only for a short moment. A dark-skinned man tumbled over, serving as John's body cushion. The two people fell down on the ground.  They rolled down the street for a moment before coming to a halt. Surprisingly, the unwary savior had been the noisy druggie ([@Mistiel]) that John had seen in the bar earlier. John sat up and shook his head.

[color=lightblue]"Damn."[/color]

During the collision, John's jacket was shaken. The travel guide flew out of it, and it went towards a nearby blue elf-woman's ([@JBRam2002]) face.

[color=lightblue]"DAMN."[/color]
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[i]Might also affect:[/i] [@Gordian Nought], [@Hekazu],