Put Some Ice On It
In the territory of the Lin Kuei many wolves were asleep in their tents while others were around fire and admiring their taken treasures. Little did they know, Bloody was among them high in the trees. The directions the wolf gave him was right. It was funny to him on why almost every wolf was a bad dog and how there was so many of them. It wouldn't have any matter in about ... Bloody counted how many tents there were pitched: thirty. He could destroy their necks in stealth under ten minutes. All except for the leader of the pack. He was the one who he needed to see without any interruption. Sure, he could easily sneak in and steal what he was looking for but he didn't know where they kept what he needed and this was going to be more fun.
Crawling down from the tree like a spider, Bloody slipped in through the nearest tent and began to get to work. Moving like a ghost toward the sleeping wolf, Bloody seized the wolf's head and snapped his neck before he woke up. He then moved through the other tents and followed suit except for a couple of cut throats and one sword being driven through the top of the skull. The last wolf was going to be the one to warn the wolves who were awake, because Bloody was going to take his sweetly insane time. Entering the last tent, Bloody tapped hard the sleeping wolf's head.
The wolf opened his eyes right away.
"Surprise!" whispered Bloody, plunging his thumbs into the wolf's dark yellow eyes.
The wolf screamed loudly and Bloody struck a blade in his lower stomach and cut him open all the way to his bottom lip. Right after that, the tent's flap opened and five wolves entered to see their ally completely gutted by the masked tiger.
"Do you mind?" snapped Bloody, resting his paw inside the wolf's guts. "This wolf has a serious kidney stone needed to be removed!"
All of them charged at Bloody with death in their minds. Withdrawing a green bottle from his pocket, Bloody stuffed it in the closest wolf's throat, "Who's hungry? You are!"
Giving the wolf an uppercut, the wolf's jaws clamped down on the bottle shattering it in his mouth. The liquid poured out making the wolf gag in pain as it was melting his muzzle off.
"Sorry, fellas. Your boy went rabid. Had to put him down," Bloody joked, taking on the next wolf to come at him.
After finishing them until one left was standing, Bloody glared at the one who just watched him take down all his members. Judging by the way he looked, Bloody assumed, he was the one he needed to talk to.
"You fight well," he complimented. "I take it you have silenced all the others, then too?"
"By silence you mean kill, right?" asked Bloody, stepping over the bodies, he sliced a hole in the tent and walked out of it. The wolf walked around the tent keeping eyes on Bloody.
"Before I show you how a real warrior fights, I assume you seeked an audience with me?"
"Bingo, Dingo!" Bloody pointed a finger at the wolf. "I'll get right to the point. You have been gathering information on the Furious Five for quite a while now. I want that info."
"Furious Five? What do you wish to know about them?" asked the wolf suspiciously.
"Everything you know, Joe," said Bloody. "Now where ?"
"Why don't you make me tell you?" snarled the boss wolf, going into a fighting stance. "You think you know how to fight? I'm going to teach you the hard way. My warrior's deaths will show the others than when I defeat you, I am the most superior. And your head will be my trophy."
"All the same!" barked Bloody, stomping up and down in a circle. "I kill and kill and kill! And the very last bad guy always thinks he stands a chance!" Stopping his childish act, Bloody then smiled, going into his own fighting stance. "I'll just have to make this interesting. No weapons. No potions. Just good old-fashioned fun! Ready?"
The Boss Wolf's answer was a cry of battle. Swinging a fist for Bloody's face, Bloody rapidly snatched the fist, gripped hard and began swinging the wolf in circles. Bloody kept it up for almost a minute before stopping; he gently let the Boss Wolf down on his feet who was unable to stand still. Crazily dizzy, he fell to the ground; Bloody laughed at the great start this was going.
Walking away from the wolf, Bloody picked up a small hammer and a cooking pot. Bringing it over to the Boss Wolf, Bloody repeatedly began slamming the hammer against the pot right by the wolf's ears. The wolf screamed in annoyance trying, still dizzy, he tried to crawl away from the noise but Bloody followed him closely keeping it up. It had been a long time since Bloody had put someone through humiliation like this, he had forgotten how fun it could be. Guess he had gotten too serious. Though now his stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.
"Wow, what a workout! I'm parched!" Walking over to a jug on a table, Bloody picked it up and took a large gulp of water. "You know what, Wolfy? You're looking pretty thirsty yourself. Perhaps ... I should bring you a drink."
Taking the water jug over to the Boss Wolf growling furiously on all fours, Bloody poured what was rest of the water all over the wolf's head. The wolf swiped at his feet. Bloody dodged the attack by flipping over his wet body. Bloody put a hard kick in the wolf's belly, he fell back on the ground coughing. On top of that, the tiger dropped his elbow on the wolf's back.
"It all ends if you tell me where the info is," stated Bloody, walking around the wolf. "And ..." he kneeled down in front of the wolf. "I can do this all night."
The wolf spat in Bloody's face.
"I just got an idea," said Bloody, smiling a little. "I am going to begin twisting your arm off. But! - Here's where it gets good: I'll stop if you can endure the pain of the process for ten seconds."
Getting to his feet, Bloody took the wolf's right arm, gripped real hard and began slowly twisting. The wolf screamed in pain while Bloody felt the bones in his arm threatening to break.. True to his word though, Bloody let go at the tenth second he counted in his insane mind.
"Wow, that was pretty good!" Bloody congratulated the Wolf Boss. "The good news is that you made it. The bad news is I'm going to do it until your arm breaks off this time. Unless! Unless you want to tell me where you keep your precious scrolls on the Five."
"GO TO HELL!" yelled the wolf, struggling to get to his knees.
"I just got back from there."
Bloody did a spinning kick to the wolf's face to put him back down. Seizing his arm again, Bloody made it a quick action of breaking the bones in the arm; the wolf screamed with blood flying from his mouth. The pain was nothing like he had felt before. To the wolf, Bloody was the devil himself. Bloody's foot came down on the broken arm ...held it firmly as he picked up the broken arm ready to pull it off.
"THE INFORMATION IS IN THE CHEST!" yelled the wolf, in pain. "IT'S IN THE GOLDEN CHEST! PLEASE! STOP!"
"Sorry. I already started," smiled Bloody. Then with a hard jerk, the wolf's arm was ripped off. Dropping it on the wolf's chest, he said, "Put some ice on it."
Leaving the wolf to scream in agony until he died of shock and blood loss, Bloody went to find the golden chest with the info he wanted. It was truly a shame to fight that wolf, Bloody thought. He believed it was going to be more of a challenge, fighting the boss and all. Very disappointing. Still ... there was bigger and better fights waiting for him.
