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It had taken a week for master fung to persuade raimundo to agree, but it wasn't unexpected by the elderly master. Raimundo reluctantly agreed, but master fung knew better than to assume that meant raimundo would comply with the entire plan. He'd probably come up with one on his own, just in case something went wrong. Since master fung informed the elemental monks of the heylin one-man army, raimundo had already healed up and presented his shoku abilities. The monks were also preparing to pay a visit to chase young and his father.
"Young monks, it is time for a briefing on your mission, please follow me to the grand hall." Spoke master fung as the monks followed him.
In the grand hall...
The monks were patient, eagerly waiting for their master to speak. Master fung sighed as he glanced at his pupils. Omi was sitting with his legs crossed, a determined expression on his face. Kimiko was in a kneeling position, hands resting on her knees as she patiently waited for master fung to speak. Clay was sitting in a similar manner to kimiko. Raimundo sat across from master fung; a calm look resided over his features as he concentrated his gaze on the floor. Master fung frowned; he could tell raimundo was contemplating the outcome of the situation. Master fung then pulled a small brown bag from behind him and tossed it to raimundo, whom caught it with ease and laid it to his side.
"Raimundo, Here is a bag of shen gong wu containing the eye of dashi, the falcons eye, the eagle scope, and the longi kite, to use to gain chase young's trust." Spoke master fung, He then glanced at kimiko, omi, and clay.
"Omi, I want you to help clay and kimiko infiltrate chase young's lair, but as soon as things get troublesome, I want you all to retreat, understand?"
"Yes, master fung, I shall carry out your orders with the utmost amount of skill and agility!" Exclaimed omi as raimundo rolled his eyes. Kimiko smiled, even at a time like this, omi's mind was still on…his ego. Clay grinned. Master fung smiled softly at his students actions and stood.
"Now, let us begin the mission." Spoke master fung as the kimiko, omi, and clay stood, following master fung to the temple courtyards as raimundo lingered in the grand hall. Raimundo then lifted the bag of shen gong wu and sighed.
I sure hope fungmeister's plan works…
Raimundo stood, rushing out of the grand hall to join the others in the bronze-colored hallway with red carpet.
Suddenly the walls exploded causing rubble and dust to blow in the monks' faces. The monks coughed and attempted to regain sight through the debris as they heard an unfamiliar deep voice.
"Why, I didn't expect this…the walls are so much more flimsy than they were the last time I blew them up." The dust began to clear as the voice echoed in the monks' ears. Master fung visibly blanched at the sight of the enemy.
"C-Curtis young!" He spoke as he positioned himself in a fighting stance. The man was tall, and wore heavy black armor with spikes on the shoulders and gauntlets, a sword scabbard rested against his left side, on his chest guard was a strange insignia shaped like the letter "Y" with a snake traveling down the middle, on his face, a very short goatee, and piercing red eyes, he had hair just like his son.
"Ok… you know me, but who on gods green earth are you?" Asked the man. Another voice then traveled into the conversation.
"He is master fung, teacher of the elemental monks and guardian of the xiaolin temple." Spoke a figure only familiar to master fung, dojo, and omi.
"Master dàn…" Master fung eyed the figure warily. The chief was one of the oldest elder monks. Entering the battle in such a condition would most likely produce waning results.
There was a tension-filled silence as Curtis and master Dàn glared at each other. Master dan then tapped his cane on the ground harshly as an angered look rested on his features as he spoke.
"You rotten piece of heylin trash! I figured since your defeat that you would refrain from showing your face out of shame!" The mysterious man scowled as he glared at master dan.
"How dare you disrespect me! ASSASSINS!"
Four figures then appeared next to him on the hallway of the temple. One had spiky blue hair and orange eyes, he also wore a sword-like earring on his right ear and carried large kama-like weapons in both hands, another much larger figure had several tattoos and piercings and carried spiked tekkō-like weapons in his fists, he had orange hair, black eyes, and a physique much larger than clay, another regular-sized figure had pink hair, blue eyes and star earrings on both of her ears and carried shuriken, the last figure had white hair, red eyes, and carried a fairly large guan dao. All wore variating black apparel.
"Yes, master?" questioned the blue haired one. Curtis scowled and turned his attention to the blue-haired one.
"Kill them all! Make them beg for mercy and slit their throats!" Chase frowned and eyed Curtis exasperatedly.
"Father…that's not the plan…"
"Oh, right…disregard everything I just said and remember the plan!"
"Yes sir!" Replied the figures in unison as they set out to complete their orders. Clay instantly turned around and thrust his fist in the opposite side of the hallway, creating a large hole for the monks to exit through and afterwards escaping with the monks in tow. Chase frowned as his eyes lingered on the area where the monks had been, he then focused his gaze through the hole to see the monks scattered around the temple courtyard.
"Slaves!" Shouted chase as his enslaved warriors appeared. "You know what to do." Spoke chase as his warriors nodded. The jungle cats immediately set in different directions of the hallway.
The monks were standing in the courtyard, side by side when they heard a voice shout. "Dragons, prepare yourselves!" Their eyes turned towards an orange haired figure whom was atop the roof of one of the complexes of the temple, eyes widening as they witnessed the figure jump off as if ready to attack. The monks instantly stepped away from clay, leaving the tall cowboy in the line of the figures attack.
Normally, I despise the idea of adding oc's, and describing outfits. But, My sister insists that I do so…maybe having a sibling as a beta reader isn't a good idea…maybe I'll try my brother…Anyways, tell me what you think! (Review…) And thanks for reading!
