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[b]Bolin Lai[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Conservation Charity Gala [b]Tags[/b]: Open
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How did he get himself into these situations?


Oh yeah, that's right: stupidity and arrogance. 


"I'm such an idiot!" Bolin snapped at himself as he launched a black clad ninja off a roof. 


[I]"I can't say I disagree."[/i]


"I should have expected reinforcements!"


[I]"Actually, I told you to. I believe your words were that you'd "cross that bridge when you came to it"?"[/i]


Bolin grunted as he touched down on the roof and spun into the air, landing his full force into a kick that sent a ninja flying. He landed as if made of air and perfectly hit his next target before they could decapitate him with a sword. Bolin was an excellent fighter, a fact he was very proud of, but even [i]he[/i] knew when he was in over his head.


He turned and kicked, flipped and dodged, spun and punched, cracked one over the head with a kama.


The number of Hand style Storm Troopers never seemed to dwindle. They just kept coming, like Black Friday at Best Buy. And they all wanted a piece of him. 


"Okay okay, no need for the I told you so!" Bolin huffed at his head roommate. "Just help me!"


[I]"Say no more."[/i]


Bolin relinquished control, allowing the spirit to take the wheel. His form lit up a brilliant gold and grew. It only took seconds for the massive lion spirit to take his place. The crimson beast let out a deafening roar, giving even the ninjas pause to reconsider. 


But this was The Hand, and they didn't quit easy. 


Shishi made much quicker work of the hoard, and his methods tended to leave much more permanent damage. He caught one unfortunate soul in his maw and shook them savagely like a dog with a toy, then released their limp form onto the rooftop. Another ninja flew at him, and Shishi reared up to slash them across the chest with his dagger sized claws. 


The ninjas knew their best chance to defeat the beast was to rush him all at once and hope to overwhelm him. They came at him from all angles. Shishi couldn't see where he was going as he backed up, then reared to slash at the bodies surrounding him. A well placed kick sent him stumbling back. Shishi expected to land and be down for a second at the most, but the roof gave out.


Glass. It was a sunroof. A very expensive looking one. 


[I]"Nice,"[/i] Bolin laughed.


Shishi tumbled through the air, followed by about a dozen black clad ninjas. The beast landed sprawled on the floor to the shocked horror of hundreds of onlookers. His body hit the marble hard enough to shake the crystal chandeliers. 


Patrons began to scream and flee in their high heels and dress shoes. The army of ninjas surrounded the spirit as he pulled himself up off the floor, and more poured in through the hole in the roof. Shishi growled, the sound like distant thunder in his throat. His tail lashed behind him as he waited for the opponents to make their move. 


Like a hivemind, they all moved at once. Shishi met them with renewed fury as he viciously tore through the onslaught.