<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/%5EC2BA2CE1757D0521DF4743B6C5BFABDF7290C078594ABB883D%5Epimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg)</div>Jianyu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=224749.msg11036353#msg11036353)<br/><br/>The ringing in his ears from the slap kept a grin on Jianyu's lips through the battle.<br/><br/>One brave—or stupid to be honest—mook managed to grab both of Jianyu's rods, then screamed in pain as he bravely held onto the weapons, sacrificing his own pain for his alies advantage...<br/><br/>Well, actually, the charge on the rods forced his muscles to seize so he couldn't let go, but why speak ill of the dead?  Jianyu dropped the rods long enough too finish the last mook coming at him with a quick stomp kick to the sternum.  Then, too give the idiot a chance to survive, pulled the wires connecting his rods to his belt.<br/><br/>As the smoking mook reeled, Jianyu leaped up, planting his hands on the man's shoulders, and shot a kick into the sky to catch the flying mook in the chest and hammer him up into the roof.<br/><br/>Then he looked around, about to send praise to his allies, when more fools came charging in.  He shrugged and drew a parang from his waist.  “Officers of a corrupt regime.  For you I'll get serious...”<br/><br/>He flashed a grin at the deadly copper skinned girl, still dripping with more than a little enemy blood.   “We'll handle your light work.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yang Dice: 2 Hits<br/>At 2015-03-08 09:26:26, Jianyu (uid: 16) rolls: 4d6 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=73238) <br/>Yin Dice: 2 Hits<br/>At 2015-03-08 09:27:16, Jianyu (uid: 16) rolls: 2d6 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=73239) </div></div><br/>Jianyu strode towards the police at a diagonal, finding three of them moving to intercept him.  His graceful steps circled the men, making it hard for them to completely encircle him.  As their strikes began, he kept to defensive motions, making their blades ring and spark.  They were skilled swordsmen but—to Jianyu's advanced understanding of the universe—their strikes were filled with imprecise blows and dramatic flourishes they should be reserving for lesser opponents.<br/><br/>Jianyu kept his motions just a little bit slower than he could actually go in comfort, and eventually the men did get him surrounded, but he was in the position he wanted.  One policeman committed to a powerful strike and Jianyu hit a stud on the hilt of his sword as he parried.  The officer screeched as a small bolt of lightning arched from weapon to weapon.  As he staggered, Jianyu's foot flew up and stomped the man in the throat.  He hopped as the policeman went down, riding him to the ground and finishing the officer with a nasty crunch, then spun off of him to face the next two.