Rounding the other end of the alleyway, Wu Zhishen takes a few cautious steps into the alleyway until he can clearly see the ruffians and the girl.  The effect, which unbeknownst to him is<em>also</em>that of a voice coming suddenly out of the darkness at the crooks, would be more impressive if there weren't someone else doing it better!  But then, he just missed the start of the conversation...<br/><br/>"No bluster," he grumbled.  "And no bluff.  But you scum have interrupted a perfectly good conversation about classical poetry with your crimes.  Leave the girl and flee to your lair, or take your punishment like men.  It's all the same to me."<br/><br/>He draws his blade and holds it ready.<br/><br/>"Unless you happen to be properly conversant in the classic forms?"<br/><br/>