Title:
A Legend reborn
Author name: Trugeta
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ as well as Akira Toriyama and many others. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Note further that I don't own any of the trademarks mentioned in this story. In fact, I don't own anything. So suing is senseless.
First off a big round of thanks to my prereaders Rose Vaughn and HeWhoWalksTheEarth for doing a grand job on betaing this. If you, my readers, find any errors we missed please point them out and I'll fix them. Thanks.
This story takes place after Movie 10 of Dragonball Z and at the beginning of the Ranma series. It's an AU, and reviews are welcome and appreciated.
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Chapter
3: Amazon encounter
It
is no secret that Ranma Saotome is a very deep sleeper. His father
knew that, and he made frequent use of this fact. Honestly, an
explosion could occur right next to him and he probably wouldn't take
notice of it and sleep on. However, this had changed due to his
transformation into a Saiyan. That was something Genma Saotome did
not know.
Ranma
was still a deep sleeper but he now possessed the senses and
instincts of a warrior. And when Genma tried to wake his son in the
usual fashion, namely by throwing a bucket of water into his face the
Saotome patriarch got the surprise of his life.
Ranma
suddenly blurred with movement from his sleeping place on the ground
and evaded the watery attack. A few moments later a very surprised
Genma felt that he was dangling from a strong, and what he estimated,
unbreakable grip. Quite a few inches off of the ground. The feeling
unnerved him like hell.
What
unnerved the Saotome patriarch even more was the look in Ranma's
eyes. It seemed as if the term annoyed as hell did not even begin
to describe the expression in them.
"Oyaji, if ya ever gonna
try wakin' me up like that again I'm gonna kick yer butt so bad that
ya gonna wish ya had none. Got me?"
Still
dangling from Ranma's grip Genma could do nothing more but nod.
Something told him that he should really reconsider a lot about his
son. Especially in face of the strength his son demonstrated so
casually. To say that Genma was relieved when his son dropped him
onto the ground would have been the understatement of the
year.
"Oof!" Genma exclaimed when he suddenly landed on
his butt.
The
Saotome patriarch watched his son, who was grumbling to himself about
'stupid pandas who didn't deserve it any better', exit the hut. Genma
knew for a fact that the guide was already up and about, and had
apparently been for hours. He had seen a note on the table that he
would be back around noon, but honestly, he did not care much. Was
probably doing some weird and utterly useless duty or something, in
Genma's opinion.
Slowly
and cautiously Genma followed his son outside where the boy was
presently doing a kata. He knew all the katas of his son, after all,
he had taught them to the boy. But Genma had difficulties to follow
his sons' movements as he executed one of the most complex katas
there were. Ranma actually seemed to blur from vision from time to
time and Genma wondered if his vision was playing tricks on him.
Genma
was busy thinking about how he could turn his sons' transformation
and its effects into an advantage for him when Ranma suddenly stopped
his movements. He saw his son nod to himself and the boy walked over
to a tree that stood in the adjacent area.
Ranma
stopped a few inches away from the tree and raised his fist. Genma
looked on in surprise. Surely the boy didn't want to… was Genma's
thought before his son let his fist fly towards the tree. The Saotome
patriarch wanted to throw a tantrum. Hadn't he taught the boy that
punching a hole into a tree or anything else without the usage of ki
would lead to severe injuries? Idiot boy!
However,
Genma's eyes got as large as dinner plates at what happened next,
Ranma's fist punched through the thick tree-trunk as if said trunk
was made of paper. When Ranma pulled his fist back Genma could see
that his son had made a sizable hole in the trunk. And that without
any added ki! Phenomenal!
Genma's
eyes narrowed in greed as he thought how he could promote the boy for
pit-fights. All the money he could make! But first he had to know for
sure.
"Boy, did you just punch a hole into that three without
using your ki?"
His
son turned around.
"Yeah, pop. That I did. Pretty cool, huh?"
Before
Genma could answer, a new voice spoke up.
"That it is indeed,
young one. Which is exactly the reason why you will be brought into
our tribe."
Ranma
whirled around. Damn! He had been too absorbed in what he had done,
and he hadn't paid enough attention to their surroundings. That
was a mistake he wouldn't repeat in the future. Scowling, the Saotome
youth observed the newcomer, or rather newcomers.
Standing
several yards away stood the weirdest sight Ranma had ever seen. A
withered old crone stood over her staff, her long white mane almost
reaching the ground. In all honesty, the old woman, at least Ranma
thought that it was a woman, looked more like a troll.
The
four women who accompanied her were a totally different matter. All
of them breath-takingly beautiful, but Ranma instantly disliked the
air of arrogance and believed superiority they exuded. Ranma surveyed
them quickly and he noticed that all of them were unsurprisingly
armed with several and varying weapons. The pigtailed boy gave the
old crone a glare.
"And who d'ya think ya are that ya wanna
decide my future?" he asked with a threatening growl, falling
back into his old speech patterns so that he'd be underestimated.
The
old woman sneered while the young women bristled.
"I am Kuh
Lon, the head matriarch of the Joketsuzoku Chinese Amazons. And you,
outsider, will be brought into the tribe once my great-granddaughter
has challenged you. I have sensed your ki from afar and make no
mistake, we will bring you into our tribe. Resistance is
futile and will be punished severely, male."
With
an unseen move of his hand Ranma told his father to retreat.
Something the old man would surely have no objections against. The
four young women looked like a piece of cake but there was something
about that old crone. Ranma wondered briefly if the guide had been
right. While his father retreated imperceptibly one of the young
women stepped forward.
She
had waist-length purple hair with small hair ornaments and was about
5'5" tall. The girl had brown eyes and she would have been cute
had she not had such a ruthless and arrogant air about her. The
warrior girl was carrying what appeared to be some kind of maces in
both hands.
"You I challenge, outsider! I is Shampoo,
great-granddaughter of Elder Cologne and warrior maiden of
Joketsuzoku! I is village champion and I is defeat you." she
exclaimed and switched into a ready stance.
Ranma
glared first at her, then at the old crone.
"No. Ya must be
freakin' crazy if ya believe I would join yer tribe. I have heard of
yer stupid laws and I ain't gonna fight ya! If I win ya gonna drag me
to yer village as yer husband where I'd live as some kinda breeding
stock. So screw yer stupid laws! And b'sides, those are darn stupid
names ya got there." he said and crossed his arms over his
chest.
Shampoo
looked at her great-grandmother in confusion. How could the outsider
have heard of their rules? And what would she do now that he had
refused her challenge? Great-grandmother would know. Hibachan always
knew.
However,
said great-grandmother was presently seething.
"I am the head
matriarch of the Joketsuzoku, the honourable Chinese Amazon tribe of
heroic woman warriors, boy, and the keeper of three thousand years of
Amazon tradition. And you, male are a two hundred and more years too
young to oppose me. Either give up and come with us or fight and
lose. You won't leave here without a fight and should you lose to me
you will be the husband of my great-granddaughter. And if we got
stupid names then only because they translate inadequately into your
inferior language, male." she said and spat the last word.
The
Saotome youth started to seethe at the attitude of the old crone and
the air around him began to charge with ki as Ranma brought his newly
gained powers out. Confused and unsure the four younger women
exchanged worried glances while the old crone stood her ground
unimpressed. No upstart young punk would beat her. This foolish male
was indeed 200 years too young to impress her with that feeble
demonstration of what he though was power.
Ranma,
on his part made no attempt to try to control his anger or to hide
his contempt as he turned a pair of blazing eyes on the old
crone.
"Ya gotta a serious attitude problem ya dried up ole
mummy. But if ya wanna get the snot beaten outta ya be my guest. I
warn ya, if ya don't keep yer word ya gonna regret it. If I win, ya
and yer tribe leave me the hell alone."
The
old woman snorted.
"You're in no position to make demands,
outsider. But fine. As the outcome is clear from the beginning this
will be the rules. Are you ready to face this one in combat and be
defeated?" she asked as she prepared to attack.
The
Saotome youth snorted right back.
"In yer dreams, ya old
ghoul." he answered as he switched into a stance.
His
tail was curled up securely around his waist and looked like the belt
of his pants. Additionally it was hidden by the baggy shirt the guide
had given him when he had ripped his old one. No, it would not do to
present a weakness to an opponent like the one he was about to face.
That Elder was dangerous, he could feel it.
Genma
had switched into the Umi-sen-ken, so that those crazy women would
not have the brilliant idea to hunt him too. While his son had
involved those weird Amazons in a pointless talk he had used the
occasion to bring some distance between himself and the area of
conflict.
Now
he was observing what was going on from a safe distance from above
the springs, but still near enough as to watch the fight that was
sure to come. It would be interesting to see how his son would fare
against those crazy chicks now that he had been transformed by the
spring. And fight the boy would. After all, his boy never backed down
from a challenge.
Said
boy was at the moment awaiting the initial attack of the old crone.
If he had read the arrogant old bat right she'd be the one to attack
first, and that was just how Ranma liked it. Thus was his fighting
style that he'd let others attack first so that his quick mind could
analyze the style his opponent used only to find weak points and
counters.
Then
the old woman attacked and Ranma had to admit that her speed was
impressive. Before his transformation he would not have been able to
even follow her movements, but now it was piece of cake. Ranma
casually blocked the blow which was aimed for his mid-section and a
surprised Kuh Lon jumped backwards with a snarl on her face.
How
had the insolent youngling been able to block her attack? She should
have been much faster than that outsider should have been able to
follow! Regardless, she would emerge victorious, as always. Smiling
evilly to herself she readied her next attack. Time for the big guns
to decide this fight early in her favour.
"KACHUU TENSHIN
AMAGURIKEN!" she exclaimed and suddenly her fists seemed to
blur.
Ranma
was surprised at the several hundred blows which were raining down on
him and despite his new speed and toughness some managed to slip
through his defences. Defences which were loads better than ever
before, the Saotome youth noticed. He had not taken much damage, in
fact it was minimal. Loosening up the parts where the old ghoul had
actually managed to connect the Saotome youth smirked to himself.
His
new body was fantastic! And due to his very much improved speed he
had been able to see how the Elder had moved during the attack. Hmm,
maybe he should return the favour. Yes, most definitely. With a smirk
he said
"Normally I don't hit gals. But fer ya, I'll make an
exception. B´sides ya old ghoul ceased bein' a gal a long time
ago."
This
incensed the Elder quite a lot, but before she could do anything she
suddenly found herself under attack. And the outsider was using a
speed attack like she had executed just a few moments ago! How was
that possible? While she dodged and blocked the blows with her staff
Cologne asked herself; 'what exactly this young man was'. She
also noticed the increasing speed and strength behind the attacks and
if she did not act fast the outsider would actually land a blow on
her! Unthinkable!
She
decided to up the ante and shot a blow for the outsiders' abdomen
which he blocked with unnerving ease. Seconds later the two
combatants were trading blows. Kuh Lon tried to hammer her staff
against the side of Ranma's head but the attack only found air.
And
she herself moved her right hand just in time to block a punch to her
abdomen, then her left hand to stop a knee from her nose. Damn, this
outsider was really good! And it seemed that he was getting better
and better the longer the fight lasted. Not good in her book…
However,
said outsider was quite enjoying himself and strived in the fight.
The old ghoul was good, that he had to admit! She was probably even
the best opponent he had faced up till now and her old age did not
seem to hinder her in the slightest.
That
would have been impressive and even admirable had said old ghoul not
insulted him and was currently trying to drag him off into a stupid
backwater village so that they could use him as a breeding
machine.
"Gettin' tired already, old ghoul? I warned ya not
to mess with Ranma Saotome!" he taunted.
The
old ghoul growled as she countered a punch. For the moment she was
able to keep the pace, but it really seemed as if the outsider got
better and better throughout the fight; which was quite odd. Normally
she managed to tire out even the most experienced opponents due to
her huge ki-reserves she had acquired in 300 years but that youngling
did not seem to tire in the least. In fact rather the opposite. Which
was quite unnerving.
And
already ten intense minutes of exchanging blows had passed. Maybe it
was time to dig a bit deeper into her bag of tricks.
"Splitting
Cat Hairs!" she suddenly exclaimed and split herself into
numerous images of herself. The plan was simple. Her mirror images
would enclose, circle and ultimately confuse her opponent while she
herself would wait for an opening to attack.
Ranma
was quite surprised by the move and the young Amazon women grinned to
themselves in anticipation. Now their Elder was sure to win as there
was no way that the outsider could counter that special
attack. He had fought a good fight which made him even more valuable
for the tribe. A male who could nearly hold his own against an Elder
was indeed impressive and three young Amazon warriors envied one
Xian-Pu for her future claim on the outsider male.
However,
that envy came far too early. For Ranma was not out of the fight yet.
Not by a long shot. The move had surprised him, that was true,
but due to the fact that he was now able to sense ki so much better
he never lost track of the real Cologne. He pretended to ward off the
mirror images and wore a (how he hoped) sufficiently confused
expression, but when the real Cologne attacked he was more than
ready.
His
fist suddenly shot forward and snapped the staff which had been aimed
for his temple cleanly in half. Elder Cologne actually staggered back
in surprise and left herself wide open for the following attack. A
snap-kick to the mid-section kicked her high up in the sky and the
Elder landed undignified fifty feet away.
'Damn that outsider.
What does he think I am? A ball to kick? For that he will pay!
I can think about how that brat managed to overcome my splitting
technique and block me later, first I have to punish him! Disobedient
male, I will show you your place!' she thought fiercely as she
got to her feet with a snarl.
Then
the Elder produced another gnarled staff from her stuff-space and
used her Amaguriken speed to cover the distance that separated her
from the outsider. Who presently smirked.
"Do ya really think
that anuther staff is gonna help ya? I ain't thinking that."
The
Elder snarled. As much as she hated to admit it the insolent boy was
probably right. She had not done much damage in hand-to-hand, so
maybe it was now time for some tricks. Yes, the Elder mused, some
pressure points could surely be of help here.
Suddenly
the Elder used her staff to catapult herself up and behind Ranma and
the youth was surprised when the hands of the old ghoul all but
caressed his back. He just wanted to ask her why the heck she was
fondling him when he noticed that his arms were suddenly locked in
place. As much as he tried, he could not move them. Quite
displeasing, that.
With
a snarl that was as much directed at the old ghoul as at himself he
turned to Cologne. Damn, he had let his guard down.
"What did
ya do to me, ya old ghoul?" he growled out.
Said
old ghoul smirked.
"As the knowledge won't help you in the
least I feel I can tell you. I used a few pressure points to lock
your arms in place. They will be absolutely unusable for a few hours.
And the same thing will happen to your legs in a few moments. Face
it, outsider: you have lost." she gloated. "Now you're
going to be an obedient male and will marry my great-granddaughter."
Ranma
seethed. How dare this old dried up mummy! Fighting with unfair means
and locking his muscles in place! What coward did something
like that? The emotions of the Saotome youth had been unstable ever
since he had received his new body and now his anger boiled over.
With
a yell he brought out his battle-aura, only that his usually blue
battle-aura was now deep red and at least three times as large as
normal. He felt how his anger unlocked more and more power and
suddenly the flow of raw power overcame the blockade Ranma had felt
in his muscles.
As
soon as Ranma had begun to put out his battle-aura the smirk had
disappeared from Colognes' face. The boy could produce a battle-aura!
And that was one of the largest examples she had ever seen! Her
resolve grew. She had to bring this boy into the tribe at all
costs, for he was prime breeding material! Any offspring from him
would make the Joketsuzoku stronger until they would be all but
unstoppable!
Her
eyes glazed over at the thought of overthrowing the weaklings in
Beijing and distracted as she was she missed the snarl Ranma emitted
when he finally overcame the blockade in his muscles. A second later
the Elder felt a sharp pain in her jaw as something hard connected
with her chin.
The
four young Amazon women who were standing aside from the actual
battlefield wore shocked expressions on their faces. How in Athena's
name had the outsider overcome the pressure points the Elder had
used? Normally those were very potent and served to lock anyone's
muscles in place! What was this outsider male?
Cologne
for her part felt like a golf-ball as she was catapulted into the
distance by the punch. That her jaw was not broken was pure luck and
inwardly she cursed herself for letting her guard down like that. In
the distance she could see a still seething outsider, and if her
vision was not playing any tricks the boy seemed to have grown and
increased in muscle mass. Odd.
The
Elder felt that she had no other choice now. Using this attack was
always dangerous as the outcome was so unpredictable. Especially
here. The outsider could even land in one of the springs and that
would be a pity. Damaged goods always were. But in face of how the
fight was going she was willing to risk it for the tribe.
Getting
to her feet once more with the aid of her staff she readied herself.
Conventional attacks were useless as had been proven and now it was
time for the big guns. Cologne nodded to herself. Time to use one of
her most devastating attacks in her arsenal: the Hiryu Shoten Ha.
And
the Elder began right away with switching into the Soul of Ice which
was an integral part of the attack. Normally the opponent had to be
brought to generate an aura of hot ki but that was no problem right
now considering how utterly pissed the outsider was.
Then
the attacker had to circle the opponent in spiral form while applying
the Soul of Ice technique to hold onto the cold aura. And when the
mixture was ready one released the cold ki into the hot ki of the
opponent. This was usually more than enough to beat any opponent, and
Cologne was confident that this attack would be more than enough to
defeat the outsider.
Nobody
had ever lasted against one of her Hiryu Shoten Ha, and considering
their power-levels this was quite unlikely to change in the present
situation. When she was through with the outsider he would be bloody,
bruised and broken. And ready to be carted off to the village.
Cologne could see it before her eyes: this would be one of her
greatest triumphs in a very long time.
Slowly
the Elder began to draw her enemy towards her and she blocked each of
his attacks with her staff or her arms, even if with difficulty. She
was the best in using the Hiryu Shoten Ha in the entire tribe and
staying in the spiral pattern was child's play for her. Cologne
carefully kept her Soul of Ice up while she drew Ranma in an ever
tighter spiral, and one quick look at the aura of the boy told her
that he was indeed putting out a very hot aura.
Deeming
him 'ready' Cologne finally released her cold ki into the hot ki of
Ranma.
"HIRYU SHOTEN HA!" she yelled and a huge tornado
suddenly swept a surprised Ranma off of his feet.
The
air currents inside the whirlwind were intense and shredded his
clothes, and even Genma who had watched the whole fight from afar was
somewhat worried about the boy. Inside the whirlwind Ranma was
chiding himself for letting his guard down yet again. He had wondered
why the old ghoul had led him into that strange spiral pattern but
now he knew the answer. She had wanted to draw him into a trap and it
had worked.
Had
he still had his old body he would have lost. Hopelessly. But his new
body was apparently a lot tougher. It did hurt quite a lot and the
cuts and bruises he received from the air-currents were nothing to
laugh at. Hmm, how could he disrupt this thing?
The
tornado was quite powerful and apparently it had been fuelled by his
own power. That he had guessed from taking a look at their auras just
now. The Elders aura was still cold while his was burning hot. Had
Ranma had any knowledge in thermodynamics he would have had an
immediate answer.
But
one must not know the working principles of something to see and feel
its effects. That a powerplant delivered energy into households was
common knowledge without knowing the working principles behind it.
Though inwardly Ranma longed to learn these techniques. For the
whirlwind-attack he had some pointers and he'd try out his theory as
soon as he had the time. Right now other matters were important. Like
getting out of this damn whirlwind!
Ranma
could guess the plan of the Elder easily. The whirlwind should throw
him around and injure him until he would pass out. Then they would be
able to collect him and would carry him into their village where they
could do whatever it was that they wanted to do with him. Probably
have their way with him if he had evaluated the crazy chicks'
attitudes correctly.
Would
he ever allow that? No freakin' way! No bunch of stupid macho chicks
would get him! No, Ranma Saotome did not and would not lose!
Concentrating his thoughts on the annoying, arrogant old ghoul and
the stupid, arrogant chicks Ranma brought out the anger in him. Once
more he felt the feeling of raw power and when he brought out his
battle-aura this time it felt more like a power-up than anything
else.
The
muscles in his whole body were suddenly charged with power and ki,
and with a yell he brought out his battle-aura to what he felt was
its current maximum. A maximum that was sufficient to completely
disrupt the tornado. Unfortunately the whirlwind dissipated several
feet in the air and as Ranma had not learned how to fly as of yet he
landed hard in one of the many springs with a huge splash.
The
five Amazons were standing some distance away and they were looking
at the spring with curiosity. As what would the outsider emerge? Was
it something gruesome or would it make the disobedient male more
docile? The question was answered soon when Ranma emerged from the
pool, completely unchanged. The guide had been right; the magic of
Jusenkyo could not touch him any more. Ranma Saotome was indeed
blessed by Jusenkyo. Fact that made five Amazons face-fault. This was
unheard of and made the male the more valuable! They had to get him!
Ranma,
for his part, was battered and bruised, but sure as hell not beaten.
As he shook the water out of his hair he felt the incredulous stares
of five females on him, and Cologne had nearly fallen off of her
staff when she had seen what the outsider had pulled off. Not that he
had not only disrupted one of her Hiryu Shoten Ha, with his own
power, to boot, no, he had also emerged from a cursed spring
completely unchanged! They had to bring him into the tribe at all
costs!
° Xian Pu, She Ar, Har Ra, So Ap, we will attack the
outsider together. This is too important for the tribe as that we
could allow him to get away! Follow my lead. Now! °
The
four younger women looked at each other and nodded. Each drew their
favourite weapon and followed the Elder, honoured that they would be
allowed to actually assist an Elder in battle. That the actions which
the Elder undertook now were dishonourable was put in the back of
their minds.
Ranma
noticed what the Amazons planned and seethed even more.
"So
that is how ya keep yer word! Getting' help in a one-on-one fight,
huh? Honourable, huh? Doncha make me laugh ya dried up old ghoul!
Can't fight yer own fights, how pathetic!" he spat.
The
four younger Amazons were taken aback by the harsh words of the
outsider. Maybe because they were true. The Elder sensed this, and
countered.
° Don't listen to the outsider. He is a male and
males don't know what they're talking about. This is for the best of
the tribe, children. So don't hesitate to attack the insolent male
with all you have got. He has to be brought to his knees for his
insolence! For the tribe! °
This
convinced the young women. They had been taught from early on that
the Elders were always right, and when an Elder said that it would be
all for the best of the tribe who were they to doubt the Elder?
° For the tribe! ° they chorused and entered the battle.
Normally
Ranma had his reservations about hitting women but right now he was
seething mad. What did those stupid macho chicks think who they were?
At first they offered him an 'honourable' challenge without which he
would not be allowed to left. So either fight or give up. Oh so many
choices! Then when he had grudgingly accepted the challenge
the old crone used underhanded tricks in an honourable fight. Not
nice.
But
what she did now topped things. Instead of finishing the fight by
herself she involved the girls. How very honourable.
"If
this is how honourable the Chinese Amazons are then I hope ya all dry
up 'n die!" he exclaimed.
His
mind was in full battle-mode, and as the biggest threat the Elder had
to be put out of commission before he'd deal with the girls. They
were, gauging from what he had observed, biddies compared to the
Elder. Ranma nodded briefly to himself before he suddenly shot
forward, too fast even for the Elder to see. He was already very
pissed and the anger he was feeling fuelled his powers and enhanced
them.
Moments
later Cologne felt her staff snap under a multitude of blows and mere
seconds later it rained pieces of wood. The Elder barely had time to
react as she brought up her tiny arms but she was way too late to
block the blow that send her flying once more.
'This is
getting old.' she thought as she flew through the air like a
somewhat oversized football.
But
instead of letting up like the last times the outsider ignored the
other targets completely and followed her trajectory. This was
completely unexpected as she had estimated that the outsider would
attack the young warriors first and remove them from the battlefield.
Which would have given her enough time to recover. Most unfortunate.
Then
it suddenly dawned on her. She had forgotten that the outsider knew
their rules! He knew that if he knocked only one of the young
warriors out he'd be her husband by Amazon law. That was why he was
about to attack her! From her he could hardly run away considering
her experience and skill. And the boy had probably known this and was
now about to attack her. Well, let him.
Colognes
eyes widened in surprise however when she saw that the outsider
actually overtook her and positioned himself in her flight-path. The
Elder overcame her surprise and stretched out her tiny arms in an
attempt to touch vital pressure points on the chest of the outsider,
but before she could make contact in her now somewhat controlled
flight her hands were caught. The next thing Elder Cologne knew was
that she was thrown into the air from where she was kicked against a
tree via a brutal roundhouse-kick.
The
impact was hard and what she had left of her ki-reserves did little
to prevent injuries. Cologne felt how especially her right side
suffered greatly. The self-awareness of her body told her that she
had mild internal injuries, one broken arm and a broken leg. Bah! She
had been off far worse. Instantly she redirected her ki-flows to
overcome the injuries and then she produced yet another staff from
her stuff-space. She propped herself off of the ground with
difficulty. That had been one blow!
When
she looked for the outsider she noticed that he was gone. Cologne
looked around frantically before she engaged her ki-and aura-senses
and when she felt his presence and still rising power-level her eyes
widened. He was…
"Here!"
suddenly a voice exclaimed and her vision exploded in pain. Ranma had
landed a hard blow right into the face of the Elder which left her
half-unconscious. Not feeling any remorse in face of what she had
done to him and especially in face of what she had planned for
him Ranma finally punched her lights out.
Cologne
fell over unconscious, defeated for the first time in 200 years. And
upon seeing their Elder going down like that, at the hands of a male
outsider to boot the four Amazons, one of them the
great-granddaughter of said defeated Elder, saw red. They attacked in
a blurry of blunt and sharp weapons but Ranma was able to dodge each
and every blow.
From
his father he had learned the basics of each weapon style, and
especially how to disarm a weapons user. And even though his father
despised fighting with weapons for some reason he had taught his son
enough to hold his own in a fight.
Ranma
concentrated on the one Amazon with the bon bouri's, and when the
girl attacked his used his superior speed to disarm her. Then, with
one swift evasive manoeuvre he led the two other Amazons, She Ar and
Har Ra clash against each other and the two women could not stop in
time and actually knocked themselves out.
Now
a fuming Xian-Pu and a seething So Ap were the last Amazons left on
the battlefield. Xian Pu stared at him in anger and produced a
vicious looking sword from her stuffspace, fact that made Ranma raise
a brow in interest.
"This one get you for what you done to
hibachan, outsider!" she exclaimed and attacked with her sword.
To
Ranma she was moving in slow motion and it was child's play to
dodge her attacks. Even when the other Amazon added her sword attacks
to the mix they could do nothing to endanger Ranma. The pigtailed boy
simple used the bon bouri's to block everything and after a short
while both Amazons were disarmed.
However,
he wanted to clear out of the area before the old ghoul came to.
Untold what the old mummy would do when she was in the game
again.
"Gotta go now, ladies. I ain't saying it was fun,
cause it wasn't." he said with a snarl.
Then
Ranma blurred from sight, remembering well what the guide had told
him. Don't, under any circumstances, hit a warrior of the
Joketsuzoku. The Elders were fair game as they had already done their
duty to the tribe and had born children.
The
two stupid chicks had knocked themselves out so no danger there. And
honestly he did not care what the stupid tribe would do about the
fact that he had defeated an Elder. They could all go and screw
themselves for all he cared. And now it was finally time to get out
of this crazy area. The sooner, the better! Crazy chicks!
Using
his speed Ranma got away nearly unseen by the crazy chicks and soon
Ranma and his father who had joined his son and had made himself
known were on the run from a bunch of angry Chinese Amazons. In the
following weeks the two Amazons Xian Pu and So Ap proved to be quite
persistent, but finally Ranma and Genma managed to lose them. Their
destination was now Japan, to be exact, the Nerima ward, Tokyo.
to
be continued…
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