-My my, such crude methods, worry not oldie... if you lower your weapons and goods I will spare you and allow you to return from where you came... Maybe...-
My body tensed, this is no ordinary man, his robes seem deeply cared and polished yet his boots are too worn-out for a fashionist, I whispered to the old man "-sir... he must be one of those fast-step briggands-" the old man chuckled -ha... haha... HAHAHAHAHA!- the chuckle caught me off guard, "how can he chuckle in such a dyre situation? he will get us all friggin killed!" -sir? please don't- I had no time to intervene, the slim figure went from slightly playful to unnaturally still -not only you don't take the mercy I so graciously spare you... but you laugh at it... you idiotic stupid man, one more laugh and I will make sure your voice is drowned by the- -Wa Wa Wa, yeah sure... good perception kid, you are learning to read the room, but you are still too green for this stuff...- slowly, almost lazily the man took a rock from the ground -didn't you notice any of these rapid foot or whathever crap this moron claims to be don't show an ounce of qi...- in one fluid motion the arm of the old folk became a sling, the rock traveled so fast it couldn't be considered anything but a carryable siege weapon, the rock pierced one of the figures making it fall "he killed one of them... we are so frigging screwed" I immediately drew my sword and pointed it to the man "maybe if I kidnap him I can negotiate our-" -Boy... look...- the man punched the fallen figure to me, the carcass flew to me and I barely caught it "oh, it's lighter than I thought", -Sir even if they are criminals you can't treat the dead like this!... What in the heavens!- the figure before me was a series of sticks, foliage and cheap armor.
-Oooh... you are perceptive, congratulations!- the bandit dismounted with a beaming smile that made the contours of the thin clothes of her mask rustle -you can take this achievement with you to the afterlife; now tell me what is the name of the man I am about to harvest?- the melodic question punctuated with a tilt of the head making it hard to know if we are talking to a bandit, to a spymaster or some sort of "joy-house" entertainer, "whathever, the fight is on", I gripped my sword planted my feet and braced my shoulders -I will pur...- even before my battle cry is completed the figure is already standing before me, dizzyness settles in, my sword leaves my grip and clatters into the ground, the bandit's sword found it's mark on my torso, diving two fingers dept -you are gonna purr?- maybe it is because I was losing blood rapidly, but the bandit's voice sounded gentle, even charming almost as if he wasn't piercing my sking with cold bitting iron or as if he wasn't holding a bind against a tall muscular man the old folk is -You are strong, for a stick that is, now BACK OFF!- with asurge of power the old man pushes the bandit back with sheer raw strength, I simply collapsed forward, my head snapping back after it hits the dark ground -take him back- the old folk barked that simple order, the fear paralized guards quickly moved and hurried my body towards the crowd, the last thing my blood filled eyes can see is the slow fall a travelling cloak and sharp light reflected from his chest.
-So you want to know my name?... you can call me Yánluo if you please- "this bastard, going for a foolish boy first? I'll make him pay!" the bandit bent a little after producing a soft silken giggle -hum hum... the classical high guard, strong rooting of the Sén family... to think little me will have the honor of witnessing it- the bandit kept a relaxed stance, the still blood dripping sword on his right hand softly positions at neck height -if you want to play King Yán maybe I can be your Sûn Wúkông tonight~- the first one to move was the bandit, he thrusted his jian to the elder's chest CLINK! he was met with fast downwards slice, the rapid movement of the blade whistled omniously like the heral of death itself as the powerfull chain of the elder's body -tsk... - the bandit was forced to retreat making the blade cut air and some hair strands -my dear opponent~... don't you think it is dishonorable to bring a chest plate to swordsmen fight? though I can't deny I enjoy looking at my stylish self before delivering the final attack- the bandit winked him an eye though he was deeply annoyed "this bastard brought a mirror armor... I can't thrust and my swings are too weak to risk getting into a bind" -what would the proud Sén family say of thi-...- the bandit was rapidly cut off -is that Sén family here with us...?- the elder slowly turned to the guards behind him -are you gonna snitch guys?.. no one likes snitches... cause they get stitches- all the men suddenly turned their heads everywhere but towards the fight, they didnt even ackowledge the question because to do such would acknowledge they interaction they are so desperatedly trying to avoid, even Wúxíng in his postrated state looked high into the sky -effectively the sky is made of sky...- "when in the jianghu do what the jianghuans do"
The elder simply regaines his high guard as he slowly closed the distance -You were always too predictable, weren't you... Li Wei?- the figure jolted alive, his gaze turned sad, melancholic even; from my position in the crowd I propped myself on my elbows as I saw everyone gasp for air I knew that name meant something far beyond a mere name; -I thought we had agreed you are King Yán and I am Sûn Wúkông sir...- the elder's jaw seemed to tighten -then to hell you go- his sword fell like a thunder tearing the air in front of him,