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Tai Lung was laying on top of a mountain, coughing and barely breathing. It was an hour before Po had defeated him with the Wuxi Finger Hold. The blast, however, did not defeat Tai Lung; it just blew him somewhere in China. Stupid panda can't do anything right, Tai Lung thought.
His fur was matted with blood and dirt. He just wished someone, anyone, would find him and not kill him.
Almost right after the thought, a black figure stepped into the flowing mist. It was a tiger. No, a tigress.
She was dressed in a black silk skirt that came right above her knees, a turquoise halter top with black beads around the collar of the shirt. To top the outfit off, there was a sterling silver necklace with a ruby and diamond medallion.
It was Tigress! One of the Furious Five who he had fought earlier before his defeat.
She had never dressed like that before, unless she was going out for dinner with the Five and Master Shifu.
Tai Lung was amazed at her beauty as the moonlight shined behind her. He shook his head and coughed.
Tigress couldn't help but have sympathy for the snow leopard. She walked up to him and sat beside him. She laid a gentle paw on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" she asked him. Her voice was softer than usual, Tai Lung noticed. He looked at her and made a half-smile. "Of course, kitten," he replied with his cocky voice. Tigress made a small chuckle. No matter what condition he was in, he could still be naïve. Kitten. Her nickname that he made for her (just to get on her nerves).
"No, I'm still going to take you to the Jade Palace. You need to get those wounds treated, and fast," Tigress said.
Tai Lung opened his mouth to reject, but he didn't bother.
Tigress helped him up and supported him back to the carriage the Five and the red panda were waiting unpatiently.