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Zheng threw four kunais into the two courtyards. White smoke exploded and spread over the entire army and courtyard. The others rushed into the smoke cloud. "What do we do?" Zheng-Hau asked the panda.
Po saw Zhao fighting off Viper and Monkey in the smoke. "Get Zhao inside the temple. I'll deal some sense into him," said Po. The jackrabbit nodded and jumped into the fray.
Zhao ducked Monkey's punch and repelled Viper's tail whip attack with his kunai. The blow stunned the viper for a second as she quickly slithered away from Zhao's threatening grasp. "Oo AH!" Zhao spun his head at the primal sound. Monkey smashed both his feet into the tiger's breastplate armor. Zhao tumbled back a few feet but latched onto Monkey's feet. With a quick whirl around, he threw Monkey over the clashing swords and shields.
Viper roped around Zhao's legs, tightening her grip. Struggling to move, the tiger fell with a grunt. The sword in Zhao's hand swung near Viper's head, and she slithered out of the way but released Zhao. Zhao threw a kunai sunk its blade into the tip of Viper's tail. "Ahhh!" yelled the viper as it pinned her to the ground.
Zheng-Hau swung his swords threw the armor of two gorillas. The gorillas groaned in their fall. The hazy white smoke made it difficult to find anyone. To his left sound of pain and sword clashing, not knowing if they are his own or not. Zheng caught sight of Zhao on his feet with one of his dual swords in hand. Viper was still trying to get the kunai off her tail. "Tai-Lung!" Zheng called. The snow leopard backflipped over a rhino and punched it in a series of lightning hits, stunning the rhino. "Tai-Lung!" Tai's head perked up. "Help me get Zhao in the temple!" Tai-Lung and Zheng ran over to the tiger through the grunts and clanging swords. They dodged sneaky arrows aimed at their neck and jumped over falling bodies of soldiers.
"Next time, don't use a smoke kunai. I can't see a bloody thing!" shouted Tai-Lung.
"Shut up and keep moving!" Zheng shot back. As Zhao swung his sword down on Viper, Zheng jumped underneath the sword. The jackrabbit knocked the sword out of Zhao's hand and it flew off, sinking its blade in the ground. Zhao reached for his kunai, but Tai-Lung grabbed the tiger's moving hand and quickly flipped him onto his back.
"Dah!" shouted Zhao.
"Quick! Hold him!" Zheng ordered. Zhao rolled away from Tai-Lung's kick then rolled back to avoid Zheng's falling sword. Zhao jumped up to his feet with his back towards the temple. He saw two kunais fly from Zheng's hand and struck the ground right in front of them. The general darted back as they exploded, flying a few feet away onto his back. The tiger opened his eyes and saw Zheng's sword at his throat and Tai-Lung in his fighting stance.
Zhao smirked, "Well, why don't you both kill me? You look like you want to finish me off."
"Shut up," Zheng-Hau muttered with a stoic face. It wasn't their job to kill him, but the fiery glare in Zheng's eyes burn into the grinning tiger's skull.
Zhao looked at Tai-Lung. "And why are you on their side, Tai-Lung? You have the most to gain out of this fight." Tai-Lung's eyebrow rose with his arms crossed. "Look at the chaos of the battle. It would be a shame if all of your teammates were involved in an accident," the tiger smirked. Zheng-Hau didn't say anything. He kept his eyes focused on Zhao. Zheng's long ears rose up though. The slightest movement from Tai-Lung and he would be ready. "If the Dragon Warrior were to be killed with the rest of them, I wonder who the position would go to." Tai-Lung's eyes darted towards Zheng-Hau. Zheng's eyes glanced to the snow leopard. Was he going to move?
Zhao swept the jackrabbit's feet and jumped up. He would have gotten away if Tigress hadn't struck Zhao in the face with her flying kick.
Tigress glared at the two men. She flashed her sharp teeth at the snow leopard with a growling warning. "Don't tell me you've changed, Tai-Lung," She said, moving her body into a stance.
The snow leopard smugly chuckled, "I didn't." Tai-Lung calmly walked past Tigress and grabbed Zhao's collar of armor. The wide-eyed tiger didn't look confident anymore. The snow leopard spun Zhao around and threw him through the gates of the Mung Lu Temple. Zhao crashed into the wooden doors and into the dark center room of the temple. Tai-Lung dusted off his hands. "I just wanted to see what the whole fuss was about," smirked Tai-Lung. "Now I see why he's so dangerous."
"Why?" Zheng-Hau asked.
"His mouth is his real weapon," replied Tai-Lung. "Who knows? If it weren't for my present state, I would have fallen again."
Tigress crossed her arms as the corners of her mouth pointed down. Zheng's eyes flew between the two felines. His own body on flight or fight, but he couldn't figure out if the two were just doing a tit-for-tat again or actually fighting. Tigress's frown finally spoke to Tai-Lung's grin. "What do you mean by 'present' state?" She rose her eyebrow as the noise of the fight continued on. The snow leopard smirked and ran back into the fray without answering.
Meanwhile, Zhao rubbed his aching head. His chest armor was badly damaged. The tiger ripped off the leather suit, keeping his white weapon's cloak on him. Suddenly, a loud crash of a large rock blocking the exit echoed in the temple. The wheel-shaped window was the only source of light in the large square room, casting everything outside of its rays into darkness. Zhao's eyes squinted. "You're getting old, Zhao," Said a voice. The tiger spun his head around and slowly shifted his eyes back and forth. He knew it was Po talking, but he couldn't see him. "In your hay day, you would have spotted old fat me."
Zhao smirked as he slowly stepped into the ray of light. Because he was in the light, he couldn't see into the dark, but there was an advantage to that. "Please, if you're going to try to use fear against me, you might as well do it properly," He said. Zhao stood right in the center of the light beam. A light confident smile graced his lips as he closed his eyes. A kunai sliced through the air. Zhao effortlessly caught it; It was a rocket kunai. Zhao yanked the cord, pulling Po into the light.
"Uh Oh," muttered the panda. The tiger jumped and kicked Po in the face. Po whirled back to the ground rubbing his face.
"You're not the most coordinated, panda," Zhao replied with a bored sigh.
"Yeah?" Po groaned as he got back up into his fighting pose. "How would you know?" Zhao folded his hands behind his back. He squatted down, extended his leg out, and swept the panda's legs off the ground. "AH!" Po tumbled back to the ground. "Okay, good one."
The light behind him darkened the tiger's facial features. His amber eyes burned bright in the dark while his large silhouette caused the intimidation of the viewer. "I know people very well, panda," said Zhao, "I know that you've never liked yourself as a person. That you've had to struggle to get where you are. To you, this is living your best dream, but you've never had to deal with the sad reality that if it weren't for your 'accidental' arrival," Zhao sniffed the air, "you would still be eating noodles." Po shifted uncomfortably from the tiger. He threw a smoke kunai in front of Zhao letting the smoke billow in the room. The dense fog blinded Zhao's eyes, but his evil grin could still be seen for a brief moment.
The panda rolled and jumped to the high beams. He scanned the ground of smoke, panting hard. "I'm losing time," Po whispered to himself. He checked inside of his cloak and found only one explosive and smoke kunai left. "I don't know if I can do this."
Zhao chuckled, "You know you can't." Po spun his head around and saw Zhao's sword launched back for the swing. Po jumped behind a vertical beam to escape Zhao's sword. As the smoke cleared, Po jumped to the ground and pulled out his dual swords. He stood out of the beam of light while Zhao bounded down as well. "The truth is you're making this strategy up as you go and hoping for the best," The corners of the tiger's lips turned down as his pupils narrowed into slits. "But your silly games won't work on me. Just think, all the power in the world wasted on a pathetic panda like you." They circled around the light poised to attack each other. Po's eyes stayed on him as sweat slid down his face. They stared each other down. Po rolled his shoulders, desperately trying to ease his tense muscles. "You're bad shape, panda," Zhao horribly grinned. "Even if your friends find a way to defeat my entire army, you won't defeat me. You're just a little mistake that's been riding life out. You don't know anything about who you really are."
The silence of the room seemed to punch Po in the chest and weakened his stance. With an evil grin, Zhao darted through the ray of light. His sword swung up to slice Po in half. But then, the room reverbed with Po's laughter.
As Zhao entered the ray of light, his eyes were blinded for a moment. Zhao crossed the light back into the darkness, but Po was gone. Zhao blinkingly looked around. His eyes squinting to adjust to the light. In a flash, metallic clinging noises alarmed the tiger. He ducked to the ground as the shuriken passed his head. "Where are you?" Zhao growled quietly.
"You're pretty talented in words, Zhao," Po said amongst the darkness. "Is that how you bullied your wife into marrying you?" Zhao's eyes shot open.
The tiger's body stiffened as he struggled to use his own voice box correctly. The tension in his shoulders suddenly buckled at a noise. Zhao bolted out of the way of three- "Arrows?" Zhao snapped his head up again. He dashed across the room as another row of arrows pierced the air. Zhao thumped his back against a large beam by the wall of the room. "So you know about that?" Zhao asked coolly.
"I mean, with you it makes sense," Po's voice echoed around the hall. "A happy rich kid who didn't know how to treat his friends." Zhao's eyes scanned the room, carefully listening for the slightest movement. He heard a clang. Zhao lunged towards the sound, only finding a shuriken. "You learned that lying got you a lot in life. It got you fame, power, and you know, stuff."
"You're right," Zhao curtly said though he couldn't help but noise the bored tone of the panda. The tiger slowly hit his back against the wall, looking high and low for Po. Then he heard the panda's laugh.
"But it couldn't get you one thing, a woman," Po said.
"Grrr," The tiger growled loudly. He threw his explosive kunais at the sound's location, but none of them went off. Zhao stood with his sword in front of him as he slowly walked around the room.
"The truth is you didn't care about Zeng until he got a little too close to your sweetheart," Po said in hidden darkness. "You thought the lies you told him would keep him away, but they only pushed him to be awesomer."
"You can't trick me, panda!" Zhao shouted. His chest started heaving heavily. The tiger suddenly caught sight of a black and white figure in the darkness. Zhao lunged after it and tripped over a small cord tied to a rocket kunai. It tangled around his foot and pulled him across the ground. Zhao quickly swung his sword, cutting the rope. He scrambled up and hastily looked for any sign of Po.
"And when it came to love, Zeng made Lu-Su realize that you were forcing her to be with you and forcing her to love you. You hate Zeng because he freed her, and he frees other people from your lies. That's why she left the moment Zheng-Hau left to make his army. Face it, with all the power in the world, all that you have, you'll never have the thing you wanted most out of life: true love and respect. You think you can get it by fear, but you simply use the fear of others to mask your own. And man, that's sick," finished Po. Zhao threw a smoke bomb, covering the room in a blanket of smoke. Po groped his way through the blinding fog.
"YAH!" Zhao swung his sword at Po. It sliced off a large chunk of Po's cloak. The panda jumped back and parried Zhao's sword. The two fought blade to blade. The tiger's burning gritted teeth creased and lined his face. Po gave his own signature irritating grin. They suddenly came into a locked stalemate with their swords. They fiercely pushed against each other. The smoke around them was still thick as they stood in the ray of light.
Po chuckled, "What's wrong? Cat got your-"
"SHUT UP!" Zhao kicked Po onto his back. Zhao swung down, but Po rolled out of the way in time and rebounded to his feet. The panda noticed Zhao's hard panting hard.
"Hehe, I guess you're upset about the truth. I mean," Po paused for a moment. A curl on the edge of his lips with an almost nasty grin foreign to the panda came on his face. "It's not Lu-Su's fault she can't have kids... I mean... with you."
The tiger's eyes went round as his mouth fell. Slowly, his teeth ground together hard to the point they pained his jaw. Every muscle in Zhao's face twisted and contorted into the picture of a truly raging tiger. Zhao opened his mouth to release a deafening roar. "RAHHHHH!"
"Oh boy!" Po yipped. Zhao in a blind rage lashed out on the panda in the thick smoke. Quick flurries of sword swipes swished through the air. Po ducked the tiger's swinging sword left and right. Suddenly, Po parried Zhao's sword away and ran towards the barred exit. "See ya kitty!"
"GET BACK HERE!" Zhao shouted, throwing two explosive kunais at Po. The panda turned around, caught them, and quickly hurled them back. The kunai's sunk their blades into the ground, pinning Zhao to the floor. "NOOOOOO!" The explosive in the kunai ignited. The flammable smoke cloud was set ablaze and expanded like lightning. Po quickly scrambled to the wheel-shaped window as the fire went off. The panda crashed through the window just as the explosion rattled the mountainside and toppled the aged temple onto itself.
Tigress, Zheng, and Tai-Lung heard the explosion. The collapsing gray walls crumbled with a bang that rang around the mountain. The three sprinted towards the temple. Everything slowed. The clouds of flames burst forth as the Mung temple rumbled down to the ground. A roaring fire blew from the wreck as a tremendous rapid-fire of mini-explosions. "PO!" Tigress screamed.
"Please be okay, please be okay!" panted Zheng-Hau.
"Over there!" Tai-Lung spotted Po face-down on the ground, motionless with wreckage toppled on him. Tigress and Tai-Lung struck the wreckage into pieces with their bare hands while Zheng-Hau pulled Po out.
Tigress knelt to Po's left side, frantically tapping his face with her hand. She spoke softly yet frantically, "Po, wake up. Please wake up!"
The panda slowly opened his eyes and coughed. "Is *Cough* everyone okay?" Po wheezed out.
"Everyone is okay," Tigress reassured, gently stroking his right cheek, "Zeng's reinforcement came in a minute ago. Everyone is safe." Po coughed some more. "Tai-Lung, Zheng, get the rest and make sure the Mongolians don't escape. And tell Mantis to bring aid for Po, Quick!" The two rushed to their duties while Tigress stayed by Po's side.
"Rhaah," The panda groaned, struggling to move. He felt a stinging pain around his spine. "Tigress, my back hurts." After gently lifting him upright, Tigress saw some burned parts on his back. A major hole in his red weapons cloak was burned the whole way through. Zheng mentioned something about a blast shield in the back of the cloaks. If it weren't for that shield, Po's back probably would have been burned completely. None of the burn wounds looked too serious, but she wasn't taking chances. Tigress tore off the remaining pieces of the cloak to construct a kind of mat for Po to rest his injured back on. "Where is Zhao?" Po weakly asked.
Tigress looked at the burning temple. Smoke billowed out like a 1,000-year trapped demon freed from its cage. She rested his head on her lap as she waited for the others. "Gone. He's gone, Po," Tigress said. She heard the panda's weak laugh.
"So are his dumb lies," Po sighed, looking towards his feet where the fire burned. He looked up at Tigress who still gazed down at him. Worry creased her face and damaged her beauty, Po thought. "Hey," The panda's gentle smile shone as his hand rose up to her face. "I'll be alright. It's just a burned back. I've had worse."
Tigress's worry was still written on her face. She clung to Po's torso. "I lost you once, Po. I'm not going to lose you again," Tigress whispered through moistened eyes.
Po softly chuckled as the faint approaching sound of the others filled his ears. "You won't. Trust me, you won't." Po's eyes slowly closed and the noises around him all drifted away into silence.
For the first five minutes, Po didn't know where he was when he woke up. He simply opened his eyes and saw a brown ceiling like the one in his room. The panda slowly moved his feet and hands. "Ahh, okay, so nothing has been cut off," He grunted to himself.
"I would hope not," said a familiarly gruff voice. Po slowly turned his head. Tai-Lung leaned his back on the wooden wall at the foot of Po's bed. The snow leopard gave the panda his signature smug with crossed his arms. "You gave us a scare, panda. You're lucky that Tigress didn't shake you to death when you fainted."
"Where is she?" Po asked weakly. The snow leopard motioned his head to Po's right. A slumbering tiger in a chair in the corner of the room. Po's head still felt like he was standing on moving water and rested back on the chair. "Ugh, how long was I out?"
"About a day. The kitten refused to leave your side," Tai-Lung sighed, "We couldn't even get her to sleep. So I laced her food with some sleeping powder."
"You what! ARGH!" The pain in Po's back shot up like a thousand needles. Po found white bandages wrapped around his torso and back. Tai-Lung gently helped him back down to a resting position. "Ahh, thanks," Po moaned.
"You're welcome and I had to. If you woke up and she had fainted from exhaustion, you would have... been less than favorable towards us," smirked Tai-Lung. Po grumbled incoherently as he looked at Tigress sleeping. "All of the Mongolians were captured. We recovered Zhao's body from the wreckage."
"Zheng-Hau?"
"He's actually waiting for you to come through in the kitchen. Yun's been cooking to help the bunny settle down," Tai-Lung chuckled. Po squinted his eyes, wondering why the snow leopard was laughing. "I think the vixen likes the bunny."
The panda rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to give people nicknames?"
Tai-Lung narrowed his eyes at Po with a slight frown. "Says the panda that called me Old Spots the moment I exited the Spirit Realm," He reminded. Po weakly chuckled as Tai-Lung took a chair and sat facing Po directly. "Now, given the others will pound you with questions, I think it's best that I should act as your spokesmen," Tai-Lung replied in a serious manner. He was right. "Now, what happened in there?"
Zheng-Hau and Yun trekked down the steps of the Jade Palace. It was noon, and the two walked in silence for most of the trip. Zheng-Hau sighed heavily, staring at the ground. "Well, that was an intense story. Who would have thought that the old tiger was that messed up? It almost makes me feel bad for him."
Yun rested her hand on the jackrabbit's shoulder. "What happened happened. You can't change it, Zheng-Hau. No matter how much you want to." The vixen jumped a little by the jackrabbit's sudden laugh.
"I said almost, Yun. He's still a jerk and I'm glad he's gone." Zheng-Hau noticed the glare from the vixen face of disapproval. He gulped before speaking again. "But I guess I shouldn't be so vengeful." The vixen's face relaxed. "Out of all of this, I finally get to learn some tips from the Dead Shot Duck! I'm so excited!" Zheng-Hau said as they reached the village.
"I'm glad you're finally moving on from a difficult chapter of your life, Zheng-Hau. Now, what are you going to do?" Yun asked as they approached her house.
The jackrabbit shrugged as they stopped in front of her door. "If anything, I think I'm going to get a girlfriend. With everything that's happened, I have no excuse to be scared of rejection." Yun's small smile beamed, but Zheng couldn't tell if she was faking it. "Hey Yun? You wouldn't lie to me by faking a smile, would you?"
Yun's eyes bugged out and shifted back and forth between an unknown spot of ground and him. "Why do you ask?" She inquired. For a split second, Yun's voice was erratic like she couldn't control the pitch of her tone. She couldn't read Zheng-Hau's emotion. His straight even lips and unmoving ears didn't show or convey any kind of feeling. What was he thinking?
Zheng-Hau shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. You're a very quiet, shrewd person. You know how to keep a secret, and you're careful to show your emotions," he explained.
Yun's eyes spoke a gloomy tale. She sighed and stared at the ground. Yun replied while rubbing her left arm, "You have to so you don't get hurt." She paused for a while. "But I think I'm starting to realize that's not always true."
"I guess you're right," Zheng-Hau smiled in a carefree manner. Yun gently smiled back as if her heavy burden had been lifted off... by this quirky jackrabbit. Yun rested her hand on her doorknob just as Zheng-Hau said, "Could I come in with you for a moment?"
"Sure," Yun replied. The jackrabbit walked in as Yun closed the door behind her. "I don't have any food ready right now, but if you-"
Suddenly, Zheng kissed Yun's lips. The vixen, frozen in place, mentally struggled with the feelings surging in her head. Delight and pleasure gripped her chest and played tug o' war with denial and fear. Her eyes widened further than they ever had before. It can't be happening! came the repeated thought, but Zheng's sweet lips told her differently. Yun's eyes softly fluttered shut. Her lips began to move with Zheng-Hau's, deepening the kiss they shared. She wrapped her arms around his neck and released a small gasp as Yun felt Zheng's left arm swoop around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Yun's hands trembled as she brought them up to caress his face. Her whimper at Zheng's withdrawal made him chuckle in a deeper tone. Yun swallowed thickly. Was his voice always that deep? "Food sounds nice," Zheng-Hau smiled warmly.
"H...Wh... why are you... but... you didn't." Yun failed to make words and the words coming out didn't help her at all. Her mutterings showed tangled her brain's state. "But... why?"
"I've always found you attractive, Yun. But I guess I was so caught up with my crush on Lin that... I didn't notice how much you cared for me," Zheng said.
"But...how? You didn't seem interested in me at all!" argued Yun, "When did these feelings happen?"
Zheng-Hau fidgeted, "I guess... I guess around the time we were forming the army. I'll admit, I pitied you because of your personal story. But I started seeing how smart, brave, mature and caring you were to others... and to me. You knew what my real motives were, but you still allowed me to see for myself how much of an idiot I was. You cared for me in ways I don't think Lin ever could."
Yun gazed into the jackrabbit's eyes for a while. Then her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed. "Then why didn't you make it obvious?" she asked.
Zheng-Hau gave a shy smile as he backed away from Yun an inch. "Well... I knew you were crafty, so I had to play it off like I wasn't interested in you and-"
"So you played with my feelings?" Yun asked, walking towards him. The slightest edge coated her throat, and Zheng could hear it like a gong.
"No, no, I didn't! I just wanted to... surprise you and not seem so... predictable." The thick hot air caused Zheng to sweat as his back hit the opposite wall.
"Ah," said the vixen with widened eyes that soon turned to glaring menacing daggers. "So you used my own crafty analytical nature against me."
"I uh... guess?" Zheng-Hau shakily smiled. He gulped in front of the vixen's face which stood merely three inches away. His heart pounded louder than a booming bass drum. "What... what are you going to do to me?"
Yun grabbed Zheng-Hau's collar. "What I've been wanting to do since the day I met you." She passionately kissed him, moaning as their lips danced on each other.
Meanwhile, Zeng walked into Po's room. He saw Tigress sleeping in the chair and Po sitting at his desk. The panda smiled as he wrote swiftly yet calmly. "You're up," Zeng mentioned with a small smile.
Po stretched his arms as much as he could "Yep, although the burn spots are going to be there for a while," He laughed.
Zeng smiled, "What are you writing?"
"I think I've finally figured out what to put in my book. I think I'll talk about getting to know yourself and facing those... what's the word?
"Insecurities?" Zeng guessed.
"Yeah," Po smiled warmly at the duck, "Insecurities." He went on scribbling on the paper.
"When Tigress wakes up, tell her I'll be in the Hall sweeping," Zeng said. Po looked at him with squinted eyes. "I'm still a servant, Po."
"Hehe, I guess you're right," Po smiled. As Zeng left the room, Po suddenly heard a rustling noise behind him. Tigress slowly stirred in the chair as Po walked over to her. Her frightfully twitching face worried Po. Was she having a nightmare? Po gently placed his hand on her head, petting her.
The twitching slowed to a calm and Tigress's body became still. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her vision was blurry and all she could see were patches of white and black. "Po?" She mumbled as her vision gradually cleared. Po smiled as Tigress's eyes widened. "Po!" She jumped from her chair and wrapped her arms around his torso. There was a tug of war in her mind. Would she squeeze him tightly so that he would burst or release him to give him air? The tiger felt Po's arms wrap around her. They gently rocked, barely moving for what seemed like an eternity that they never wanted to end. Tigress withdrew and she smiled. Her eyes glistening.
Po smiled too, but his lips quirked down in a frown. "Why were you so worried?" he asked.
"Huh?" Tigress said.
"I've gone through worse before and I've bounced back. Why were you so worried about this time?"
Tigress blinked several times. She couldn't find a satisfying answer. The thought of Po being hurt was nothing new to her. "I... I don't know." She finally said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm just glad you're okay." The warmth of Po's small chuckle made Tigress sigh in contentment.
"I'm just glad that the sleeping powder didn't affect you." The tiger's head jumped up. Glaring at the panda, she heard Po squeakily yelp "Oh no."
"What?" Po quickly explained. Tigress grabbed the tip of her nose. "I'm going to pay Tai-Lung back for this," She muttered. "But please don't hurt yourself like that again, Po."
"And you can hurt yourself?" The pout on Po's mouth contrasted the glare in his eyes.
Tigress huffed in exhaustion. They cared for each other, and there was no point in arguing on that. "Listen, I just... I didn't like seeing you like that. It was like I couldn't do anything and ..." Tigress paused, turning around and rubbing her left arm, "I guess after talking to you about my... self-doubt, I really felt closer to you in a way we haven't before."
Po's eyes blinked as the aroma of Bao filled his nose. Po walked around to look at Tigress's ground focused face. He tenderly lifted her head with his finger and smiled. "And we'll keep getting closer. I'm sorry for worrying you. Despite going through a crazy ton of problems, I think I've gotten to know you a little more." Tigress smiled, wiping her moistened eyes. "Now, let's get some food! I can already smell some Bao being made," Po rubbed his hands with a wide grin. As the panda left the room, Tigress stared at the doorway with a smile and a shake her head as she followed the panda.
The End?
