<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Once more, sorry for the absence, and this goes to everyone. <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/> A handful of things beyond my control turned a brief excursion into a long, long time away. :3 Been back for a couple of months, and eager to get back into the story! &gt;:3<br/><br/>Assuming he survives his current encounter... XD Also! Throwing up another 'background' text. Something I had meant to post a long time ago, just never got around to it.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Journal Excerpt </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-style: italic">"I like to think of myself as invincible. I like to think of myself as an incredible combatant, smart, quick, strong, tough. I like to think of myself as a lot of things. Really, at times, it is only my own view of myself that keeps me going. At times, i feel like i am all those things. At others...i feel like i am none of them. I constantly bite off more than i can chew - but i still try to chew it. I know that, for better or for worse, i am destined to die. I'll never get to see my goals through to the end. My over-confidence is going to be the end of me one day, and i will be forgotten. Why do i keep fighting?<br/><br/>The thankful look in someone's eyes when they know, at least for now, they are going to be safe. The tender words that i so rarely recieve, thanking me for a job well done...i crave those moments. More than any meal. More than any pleasure. It is the feeling of my heart swelling with pride when someone is truely thankful towards me for the risks i've taken. I'm not invincible. I'm not the smartest, not the strongest, not the quickest or the toughest. Yet, during those moments...i feel like i am. That is why i fight. Those rare moments of appreciation.<br/><br/>When the weak cry, those who are truely mighty will bleed for them.<br/><br/>I am a bleeder.<br/><br/>I decided a long time ago that i am not going to wait for the iron to get hot before striking it. I'm going to strike the iron until it is hot. The fight is going to be brought to the pact-breakers. I WILL find allies in this fight. Bretheren that accept my presence, accept me for what i am - a predator who is desperately trying to do the right thing...even though i do need guidance at times. It is those bretheren i will die for"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">- Taken from Kahmori's Journal, Entry 388, Labled 'Determination'.</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>A soft growl of determination escapes the Kitsune's muzzle, muffled as it is by the cobblestone he was currently being forced to eat. All three of the thugs would likely notice - that growl was nowhere NEAR as strong as it had been when he first got jumped. It was pretty apparant - the Kitsune was weakening, and quickly.<br/><br/>What in the HELL had happened? Things had been going so well - then that skunk, damn her...she'd done something. Something to him - it made him almost want to stop living. He'd clawed himself, bit himself, given his opponents time to surround him - and didn't really care. Could not have cared less, in fact. Now? He had a walking peircing-shop holding him down, while his flea-bag companion kicked him time and time again. It didn't cause lasting damage, but each one hurt - badly. His muzzle was coated in crimson, his snow-white fur a dark shade of red.<span style="font-style: italic">~Ugh..what in the hell did you get yourself in to this time, Kahmori...?~</span><br/><br/>"AUGH!" Kahmori yelps in pain when the lizardfolk lifts his head and slams it right back into the cobblestone. His mind was in a daze - yet, there was a part of him that wasn't done fighting. Not yet, anyway - of course, that part had, until this point, got it's butt kicked pretty soundly "You..rrr...still riled up against that little...slap on the hiney?" Another faceful of cobblestone, another, softer cry of pain "Not my fault I keep mistaking you for your female companion."<br/><br/>For all his Bravado, he knew he had to get out of this -and fast. Otherwise, one of them was going to decide he looked tasty. Likely, when he was too weak to fight back.<br/><br/>Just as the lizardfolk's spiked knee begins to dig into his back, Kahmori lifts up and back...and begins to roll. The point digs in painfully, but he simply grits his teeth through it, trying to throw the big brute off.<br/>(Resist pin - 36. Passed)<br/>(Resist Damage - 40. Passed)<br/><br/>It didn't work in it's entirety, but at least it allowed him a little more leverage. Another kick from the feline lands, drawing a baleful look from the Kitsune "What? Ugh!! Scared to fight me by...yourself?!" Curling his legs beneath him, he places both against the lizardfolk's chest...and pushes with all his might, trying to simply throw the over-sized purse off of him through sheer might.<br/>(Grapple to escape - 26)<br/>(Grapple attempt to escape #2 - 29)<br/><br/><br/>In the event his escape succeeded...<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">With the Lizard thrown off him, Kahmori throws every bit of his weight back onto his shoulders, curling his feet up into the air over him. With a sudden push of his shoulders and arms, the nimble fox pushes off the ground, and roll-flips to his feet - unsteady, but alive and standing. For the most part.<br/>(Kahmori uses Skilltrick 'Nimble Stand' to stand immediently without provoking Attack of Opportunity)<br/><br/>Stepping back against the wall, he narrows his eyes at his three opponents - sheesh, they REALLY were not going to give him a break, were they? Three on one - this was not going to turn out well. Still - if he could manage to get a few of them down the hatch, things might be just a little bit different...yet, how was he going to do that...<br/><br/>"Fine. You want to play dirty?" He flexes his claws against the wall, clicking them against it's surface "Hope you enjoy the view..." With that, he begins to concentrate, baring his teeth at the trio..</div></div></div>