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The sun shone down on the Xiaolin Temple, the wind blowing softly through the grounds. Two young monks stood opposite each other, in combat positions, ready to strike. The taller, elder monk brushed dirt off his black top and red pants, his robes glistening in the sunlight. His brown hair wavedlightly in the gentle breeze. He adjusted his yellow sash and smiled, staring at his opponent.

The shorter monk stood completely still, concentrating. His red robe shirt and black robe pants moved with the wind, his light blue sash glimmering. Nine white dots appeared on his large bald forehead, as he concentrated his chi.

Suddenly, the short monk attacked. Rushing at his opponent, he leapt high into the air, extending his leg and bringing his foot down in a powerful kick. The elder monk smiled, and stepped to the side, easily avoiding the blow. The short monk landed, and swept his foot across, trying to trip up the elder monk. Somersaulting to the side, the elder monk flipping over the foot, shooting up into the air.

"Wudai Neptune - Ice!" the short monk shouted, throwing his hands out in front of him, palms up. Small spikes of ice shot out, heading straight for his foe. The elder monk smiled, and pulled out a jagged blue sword. He stared at the oncoming ice spikes.

"Blade of the Nebula!" he exclaimed, and the blue sword transformed into nunchaku, connected by a vortex of wind. He flicked his wrist, sending the nunchaku forward, and it transformed into a small tornado, sucking up the spikes of ice. Swinging his weapon, the tornado spun around, sending the spikes back flying at their creator.

The short monk jumped out of the way as the spikes hit the ground, digging into the dirt. Taking a moment, he looked at the elder monk. "Raimundo," he shouted, "You becoming the first to rise to the Shoku Warrior level does not mean you are to be getting small feet!"

"I think you mean getting a big head, Omi," Raimundo corrected, laughing at his friends inability to say phrases the right way.

"That too!" the shorter monk added.

"Well, I'm not," Raimundo replied. "You just aren't able to keep up with me." Landing, he put away the reformed blue sword. Holding out his hand, palm up, he stared at Omi. Smiling, he shouted, "Wudai Star - Wind!" and a vortex of wind shot out, the head formed into a fist, flying straight for the shorter monk. Omi took the hit straight on, sending him flying backwards, skidding across the ground. He stood up, taking a deep breath.

"Perhaps you are right," he said. When Raimundo was picked over him to become Shoku Warrior, Omi was both jealous of Rai and dissappointed in himself. That has passed though, and Omi has come to respect Raimundo as leader. "Hey," he said, realizing something, "how come you have yet to use your Shoku elemental power? I noticed you are still relying on your Wudai techniques."

Rai hesitated for a moment, understanding what he meant. He was still unsure on what would happen, not having much time to practice it. "I guess you are right," he replied. "I'll try, but I have to warn you, I dunno what it is going to do."

Raimundo stepped back on his right foot, pulling his right hand to his waist. He held his left hand out in front of him, his middle and index fingers extended. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. "Shoku Sky - Wind!" he shouted, and swung his arm upwards.

A small tornado quickly formed around Omi, sending him flying high into the air. A black streak shot past him, and solidified into the form of Raimundo. Rai twisted and swung his foot upwards, bringing it crashing down into Omi, sending him plummeting into the ground below. Omi hit the ground with a loud crash, cracking the earth around the point of impact.

Omi stood up, dazed. "Did anyone catch the phone number of the bicycle that hit me?" he said, falling face first onto the ground. Raimundo rushed over to his friend, helping him to his feet.

"Woowhee, that was cooler then a frozen ham in a snowstorm," came a voice from the temple, as two more young monks walked toward them. The voice was Clay, Raimundo and Omi's large, cow rustling friend and fellow Dragon. Alongside Clay was Kimiko, the fiery female Dragon who Raimundo secretly had a crush on.

"Hey guys," Rai said as they approached, "You were watching our sparring match?"

"Watching?" Kimiko replied, laughing a little, "We couldn't take our eyes off of you guys. That was some fight."

"The lady's right," Clay added, "that Shoku power of yours is stronger then Uncle Bubbas breath on taco night."

Raimundo smiled, enjoying his friends praises. "It was nothin'," he said, his ego showing. "I can do alot more then that, I just didn't want to hurt the little guy."

"I am very resilient," Omi said, regaining his composure. "I am sure I am going to be promoted to Shoku Warrior soon myself."