Thunder King

Ninja Boss tries to save, and fails spectacularly with a 10

"That is NOT going to happen...". Crimson Tiger shouted, going for a swing to his head. Her strike went wild and she stumbled forward. She growled, she was better than this. How was this man evading her so effortlessly? Was she being stupid? Careless? She tried to think back on her actions in the fight. She'd done everything she could, this man was simply better than her. Well, she decided, she'd have to be even better then.

Crimson Tiger goes for a strike and narrowly misses

GM The shinobi master chuckled and delivered a fierce kick to the side of Shrike's head, causing a bit of noticeable damage. "It was done for profit, that's all it is. I wanted money, and they were worth a lot of it. It's just business, you see." He grinned and glanced at the two heroes. "Neither of you is a match for me, I've been studying ninjutsu since before you were born. Now, why don't you just lay down and die for me. Do that, and I promise your bodies will receive a proper burial..."

Shrike is dazed and injured...

Attack on Steel Shrike, success

Crimson Tiger growled and brought her left knee up hard, and fast. She expected him to buckle over in pain. She expected him to wheeze and breathe hard. She would settle for him to flinch. He did none of those things. Instead, he grinned like a madman as if her strikes had no effect.

Crimson Tiger goes for the attack with a 28 And NinjaBoss Saves with a 23

GM "Too slow!" He roared, charging forward. He grinned as he came at Crimson Tiger. He brought his right arm across Crimson Tiger's face, his eyes gleaming with a sinister bloodlust. Crimson Tiger's head rocked back instantly. She felt his hardened, calloused knuckles on her cheek. She knew that he was a trained and deadly warrior. Were it not for her reflexes, the attack would have hurt noticeably.

NinjaBoss attacks crimson Tiger, hits with a 20 Crimson tiger saves with a 22

Crimson Tiger's initiative 8 NInjaBoss's initiative 19

GM "This is quite shameful..." A voice said, coming from the darkness. My men, my shinobi, fall before you like wheat. They are weak, pathetic. I trained them better than this...ah, well." Suddenly, a large, muscular man dropped in from above, where he had apparently been observing. He wore a black robe, tied around the waist. "You two are quite skilled fighters, it seems. I doubt that either of you has really tasted the blood of your foes. Neither of you know what it means to be a ninja." He walked forward and undid the sash on his robe, letting it fall. His legs and arms shifted as he entered a martial arts stance, he grinned. "Well, come on then, let's see what the two of you can do..."

Standing back up straight, Crimson Tiger brought her knee up to the ninja's midsection. Unfortunately, her momentum was off and the strike missed by a mile. Realizing that they were getting too close, she flipped backwards and out of the crowd. Upon landing, she raised both hands to defend and balanced herself on one foot while keeping weight off the other. It was a classic Muay Thai stance, one she had adopted hundreds of times before.

Crimson Tiger goes to hit a ninja, misses Moving away from the crowd a bit to avoid getting surrounded

GM Immediately, one of the ninjas slashed across Crimson Tiger's midsection, her body jerked out of the way, ensuring the strike only grazed her costume. A second ninja came at her head from behind, but she managed to duck beneath the strike, effortlessly evading it. Meanwhile, one of the ninjas charged Steel Shrike, blade flashing. He went for an upward swing, but Shrike managed to back away from the attack. Another ninja went to cut Shrike's abdomen, but the attack went wild and went nowhere near him.

Ninja attacks Crimson Tiger, lands a hit Crimson Tiger TOU save, successful Second ninja attacks Crimson Tiger, rolls 11 Ninja attacks Steel Shrike, 15, fails Second ninja attacks Steel Shrike, also fails

"This'll be fun!" Crimson Tiger shouted, bolting towards the ninjas. She leaped into the air, soaring over the heads of some of them so she could get to the center of them. As she came screaming down, she extended her right knee, colliding into one of the ninjas, straight to the chest. He collapsed backwards from the force of the blow, out cold. She twisted around, slamming her elbow into the face of another ninja. Her eyes gleamed with the primal joy of battle. She turned to her right and delivered a fierce snap kick to a third ninja, sending him backwards. She turned and punched a fourth ninja, but his head moved back slightly, causing him to barely feel the fierce blow.

Crimson Tiger's attack roll, 26 First Ninja Toughness Save, 12, failed Second attack 27 Second Ninja Toughness Save, 10, failed Third attack 18 Third NInja Toughness Save, 8, failed Fourth attack 15 Fourth Ninja Toughness Save, 21, success!

NInjas got a 6 Crimson Tiger got a 26

"Oh, come on!", she shouted, diving into the now-open skylight. She growled in frustration, this guy charged right into a ninja fight without her! Ninjas were probably fun to fight. She rolled as she landed on a catwalk roughly ten feet in. Standing back up, she swung over the catwalk railing and dropped to one below. Finally, she jumped over the railing and landed in the middle of the ground floor, rolling to a stop and jumping to her feet. "Okay, so, what's going on?" She said. "You're not very good at this superhero team-up thing, you know.". She balled up her fists and grinned like a madwoman. This could be fun.

The low hum of the Tigercycle cut out as she pulled the key from the ignition. She swung her legs over and hit the alarm. She was glad she was able to find a place to hide it. Those figures looked suspiciously like ninjas, but did ninjas really exist? Once the Tigercycle was hidden, she gazed up at the building. She spotted a man, standing atop the building. He looked to be in costume. Was he a superhero? Could be, perhaps. She decided she would just ask him. She ran towards the nearby wall and, gathering momentum, hiked herself up to a ledge that was lower to the ground. With a short hop and a flip, she landed on another ledge and made her way forward She ducked a little and readied herself before bolting. Her natural speed lent her momentum as she left the air. She soared forward, towards the ledge. She reached forward and grabbed the ledge, pulling herself onto it. "Hi."She said with a wave. "Um, did you see the ninjas too?"

GM The black-clothed figures were nearly home free. The factory their organization had set up as a base was a short distance away. They passed underneath a large billboard, occasionally sneaking careful glances backwards. Yes, they were very nearly home free. They pulled out their grappling hooks and tossed them to the next building, swinging down in teams until all of them were safely to the ground. They passed the goods around, making sure none of it got damaged. Two similarly clothed individuals stood in front of a door, looking around outside carefully. The moment they spotted the group, they opened the two side-entrance doors to the factory. The group shuffled in quietly, confident that they had safely returned from their mission.

Crimson Tiger watched the night sky and leaned back. She wondered if the evening was going to be a boring one. Her previous patrols had seldom lead to anything. She often came home, frustrated that she hadn't been able to get any good work done. That was, of course, until she spotted a series of black-clothed figures running across the rooftops. That was new. She watched them for a few moments. She imagined that a whole group of people running across rooftops weren't doing so because of a strange new workout group. She was willing to bet that something unusual was going on. She waited until they were far into the distance, and then started her motorcycle.

GM February 2nd, 2012, 8 PM It was early evening, the sky above was a cool dark blue, overcast with clouds. It was surprisingly warm for a February night. Several figures dashed from building to building, hopping across short distances. It was a night for silent work, and the figures were already doing just that. They ran quietly and efficiently, occasionally pausing to hide and survey their surroundings before moving on. They were on a mission, that much was clear. Their master had instructed them to bring the artwork to an abandoned factory in Greenbank, and they had no intention of disappointing him. They were also not to be seen, and were doing their best to ensure that none knew of them. It was going to be a profitable evening.

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