The bandits, or whatever they were, turned towards the new voice. "There!" said the leader, gesturing at him. "There's your ghost. A street performer throwing his voice and trying to scare us. Get him!"<br/><br/>About half the gang charged towards Zhishen, a variety of ill matched weapons in their hands. The remainder began to close on the woman they had trapped, while the leader watched both.<br/><br/>((Everyone has time for a quick action / speech before we move into combat. 6 men are charging towards Zhishen, 4 moving towards the girl. 1 is lying on the ground near the leader, and doesn't seem to be moving. ))