"Alas, most troublesome.  Will you not fall and thus spare yourself further pain?  No?"<br/><br/>This time Wu's fancy footwork lent itself to a wicked twisting bend that put him far out of reach...but not too far out of reach to plant a foot on the short end of a table and send it skidding across the floor at Gan, one corner poised to jab into the man's gut!  Odds were, if it connected, then it would most likely do little more than knock the wind out of him, but if it hit one of his wounds instead the results could be ugly.<br/><br/>(Metal + Improv + yYd of 82is...4+6 total of<strong>10</strong>, yin dominates.)<br/>