Sung Chei was tired of being chased. He’d escaped from the same hunters eighteen times in the past couple of months, and he was getting really sick and tired of their persistence. He wore his armor as usual, hidden under a cloak now. The only thing that could outwardly draw attention to him was his odd appearance and his Ji weapon, an Eastern halberd with two crescent blades on either side of a spearhead. Other than that he appeared normal.
He had walked into the walled town with the entrance fee paid. He was an honest man, so any legitimate taxers on the road would be paid, any false ones would likely be butchered. But he wasn’t concerned about that for the moment. So he walked through the streets to an inn and ordered a meal and a room for the night. He was halfway done with his meal when the mercenary Captain that had been hunting him sat directly across from him.
“Well well, we’ve caught up to you again. How you gonna run this time? Or are you finally gonna come quietly?” The captain asked.
“Neither.” He said simply. “The choice is yourself, leave me alone or die. I’ve gotten tired of sparing you and your goons only to be chased again.”
The captain drew his sword, and the sound of numerous swords being drawn could be heard throughout the room, silence ensued. “You are a lot dumber than I thought you were.”
“Am I?”
The man thrusted his sword, which was easily redirected with his hand, then he was punched harshly, his two first knuckles hitting him right where the mustache would be, and his skull jumped back off of his spine, an instant death. He stood up, and didn’t even mess with his weapons. The horde of fifteen attackers came at him at once, and he blurred between them, his legs flying along with his hands, snapping necks and breaking bones. Within a few minutes, all fifteen assailants lay dead on the floor. Looking up he saw a crowd of people pressed against the back wall, since he stood between them and the exit. A few people had gotten out, and soon armed guards came in to make the arrest, he didn’t fight them, they weren’t his enemy.
He was brought to a cell to await a hearing. Where his fate would be decided.
He had walked into the walled town with the entrance fee paid. He was an honest man, so any legitimate taxers on the road would be paid, any false ones would likely be butchered. But he wasn’t concerned about that for the moment. So he walked through the streets to an inn and ordered a meal and a room for the night. He was halfway done with his meal when the mercenary Captain that had been hunting him sat directly across from him.
“Well well, we’ve caught up to you again. How you gonna run this time? Or are you finally gonna come quietly?” The captain asked.
“Neither.” He said simply. “The choice is yourself, leave me alone or die. I’ve gotten tired of sparing you and your goons only to be chased again.”
The captain drew his sword, and the sound of numerous swords being drawn could be heard throughout the room, silence ensued. “You are a lot dumber than I thought you were.”
“Am I?”
The man thrusted his sword, which was easily redirected with his hand, then he was punched harshly, his two first knuckles hitting him right where the mustache would be, and his skull jumped back off of his spine, an instant death. He stood up, and didn’t even mess with his weapons. The horde of fifteen attackers came at him at once, and he blurred between them, his legs flying along with his hands, snapping necks and breaking bones. Within a few minutes, all fifteen assailants lay dead on the floor. Looking up he saw a crowd of people pressed against the back wall, since he stood between them and the exit. A few people had gotten out, and soon armed guards came in to make the arrest, he didn’t fight them, they weren’t his enemy.
He was brought to a cell to await a hearing. Where his fate would be decided.