More than anything, Edge had missed his cloak! The one he threw around his shoulders now wasn't like his, nowhere near close -- but it was a cloak for sure, and he didn't have any shuriken or knives to stuff in pockets in it anyway. After all, it did the most important thing...
Edge jerked up one arm, tossing the cape back swiftly enough that the corner of it snapped it midair. There we go! Some proper style!
"Anyone see something like a scarf or bandana?" he asked.
Purple: Fight Music!
Okay. He had his martial arts. He had his shuriken, which was large enough that he could use it as a melee weapon and shield both, but probably wouldn't be able to retrieve it if he threw it, which kind of defeated the point. And there were a bunch of goblins riding wolves his way, quite intent on gutting him so they could go back to the kids they were here to protect.
Naturally, this didn't faze Edge in the slightest. "You fools! You're challenging a ninja of Eblan!" he said -- then, considering that adequate warning, he snapped his cloak back to free his hands entirely, then made several swift and incredibly complicated motions with his fingers. Power hummed in the air, then abruptly discharged as he swept his hands down.
Lightning rolled across the mountains in forked tongues that jabbed and shot everywhere, pumping electrical force into the ground, the plants, and most particularly the goblins. As thunder boomed out over the battlefield, the leaders of the onrushing horde collapsed as their wolves dropped from beneath them, victims of Edge's last tool: ninjutsu.
"All right, who's next?"
Wildcard
[Find him watching over the kids, recovering from a few minor wounds, or flirting with girls. All things he does!]
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"FINALLY!"
More than anything, Edge had missed his cloak! The one he threw around his shoulders now wasn't like his, nowhere near close -- but it was a cloak for sure, and he didn't have any shuriken or knives to stuff in pockets in it anyway. After all, it did the most important thing...
Edge jerked up one arm, tossing the cape back swiftly enough that the corner of it snapped it midair. There we go! Some proper style!
"Anyone see something like a scarf or bandana?" he asked.
Purple: Fight Music!
Okay. He had his martial arts. He had his shuriken, which was large enough that he could use it as a melee weapon and shield both, but probably wouldn't be able to retrieve it if he threw it, which kind of defeated the point. And there were a bunch of goblins riding wolves his way, quite intent on gutting him so they could go back to the kids they were here to protect.
Naturally, this didn't faze Edge in the slightest. "You fools! You're challenging a ninja of Eblan!" he said -- then, considering that adequate warning, he snapped his cloak back to free his hands entirely, then made several swift and incredibly complicated motions with his fingers. Power hummed in the air, then abruptly discharged as he swept his hands down.
Lightning rolled across the mountains in forked tongues that jabbed and shot everywhere, pumping electrical force into the ground, the plants, and most particularly the goblins. As thunder boomed out over the battlefield, the leaders of the onrushing horde collapsed as their wolves dropped from beneath them, victims of Edge's last tool: ninjutsu.
"All right, who's next?"
Wildcard
[Find him watching over the kids, recovering from a few minor wounds, or flirting with girls. All things he does!]