He was shugenja, those blessed souls that spoke with spirits of the earth, wind, water and fire. But for him to be a bandit he must have a heavy dishonor upon him. For shugenja were granted rank and status even if born to a class below samurai. So this clanless dirty wanderer was at best looked down on by the Fortunes and at worst, so despicable that it outweighed his gift and got him cast out of society.<br/><br/>His eyes widened as the dust settled and he saw his partner dead on the ground. And he shifted one foot back and extended his palms, fingers curled. Shaking and quickly chanting under his breath, preparing his next attack.<br/><br/>Dazed and seemingly a bit panicked the lovely, leggy woman would strike at the core of her enemy, but not find purchase. And before she had time to refocus her attack the air around her began to giggle, to whisper, to tease. Any attempt she made to find her foe was interrupted by a distraction from the spirits of the air.