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Thread Walker

I rolled my eyes, this girl is awfully dense. Smart to suspect betrayal but dense. I flicked my head for her to go and she did. I smiled at the man who was pursuing her. Laughter nearly bubbled out of me when he smiled back. I spoke to him in English,

"Do you know Iaijutsu or Iaido?"

His smile broadened and he sheathed his sword; ready for conversation.

"Yeah, is that a challenge?"

I laughed, maybe giggled, "Yes!"

"I trust that my men are dead or captured?"

My voice hissed with tacit confidence and instilled horror as he listened carefully with worry erasing the smile on his face, "Yes!" I met his priceless gaze, "The police came in time to clean up the bodies after 'Mr. Cheng's' boys killed 'em and took back all the things you stole." -He was probably cursing in his head, the realization of defeat growing his eyes wide- "Same thing for the unground escape, but they're already buried," I cocked my head, "right?"

"No!"

"As for the other two," I said rising, dusting my hands, "their suits you worked so hard to steal are being removed now."

I leapt down to him and he said,

"That sword won't hurt me!"

I smirked as I gripped my sword, I counted to three in my mind, but I interrupted his monologuing. He drew his sword with a vengeful smile. I didn't have a sword though…

See, this man had betrayed the Wo Shing Wo for the 144k, the modern day name for the 14k triad. From the information given to us about the 'problem' we have observed the target's powers and prepared accordingly. That's why I have a bokken…

In Iaido it's all about the draw, like the drawing of six-guns; speed. He had a steel sword, heavy, and my bokken is lighter wood. The shock of his arm snapping gave me time to snap his leg as well.

He screamed and fell to the ground, dropping the ninjato. I kicked the sword away as he fished in his pocket for his wallet. He begged,

"Please! I have a family!" He tossed his wallet sobbing as it opened.

"Don't worry," I said sarcastically as he struggled up, I picked up his ninjato and swung at his neck…

The blade broke…

I tossed the sword behind me like a bad chicken leg,

"We helped your friends find them too in return for the fact that you're impervious to METALS."

He sobbed, "NO!" His family was dead this morning, beautiful wife and daughter. When they were dead I had joked that Obsidian had looked a lot like them, but, you know, I was referring to their bodies.

I kicked him to the ground and he rolled onto his face crying. I gripped him by the hair and smashed his face into the cement roofing; and kept doing it...