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There is nothing quite as pleasing as making something with one's own hands. For a shokan, a race that prides itself on physical and martial might, they hold this to be an absolute truth in many things. A shokan would prefer to build their own home rather than take or inherit the work of others. The same holds for family: a shokan and their mate must always have a hand in raising their own family, never someone else's. These are core concepts to the shokan culture, simple and strong, deeply rooted in the psyche of the people. Tradition over change, strength of body and mind, function over form.

It is not surprising, then, that the shokan place less emphasis on art, but only a fool would claim them to be without it. A shokan's view on art is shaped by their view on its utility: what purpose does it serve? They prefer their statues large and strong, shaped of rough materials that are hard to break, much like the shokan themselves. The grand palace and burial halls of Kuatan are made up of pillars, statues and sarcophagi meant to pay homage to the strength of their ancestors. Shokan rarely take up the schools of painting, weaving or lesser practices; they prefer to carve and sculpt.

Such as it is with pottery. A pot is utilitarian; it can carry water and more. Generations of shokan have forged pots and carried jugs full of liquids and vegetables upon their shoulders, heads and backs. It is a proud tradition for one to make a pot, fill it with something important and carry it for miles. Furthermore, a pot is raw material given form by one's own hands, perhaps the simplest and most direct representation of a shokan's core values expressed in art.

For Sheeva, it is one of the few things that she does to relax. She could not count all of the works she has made, but ever since discovering this fascinating Earthrealm invention called the potter's wheel she has been working overtime.

>Project is:

>Traditional Pot
>Small Bowl
>Curving Water Jug
>Experimental Shape
>Other

>>49005884
>Curving Water Jug
Elegant, yet simple

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>>49005884

> Curving Water Jug
PURPOSE IS ORDER ORDER IS POWER!

SHOOOOKAN!

>>49005884
>>Curving Water Jug

>>49005884
>>Curving Water Jug

When it is done, we shall use it to quench our thirst, like a warrior.

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>>49005988
>>49006002
>>49006026

Sheeva is making a water jug. She has worked on many projects, but this time she feels the desire to branch out a bit. Other students have made elegant designs, with curving handles and openings, so she would like to see if she can. Working with the clay, she shapes it upwards and works to give it a wider design on the bottom which curves slightly inwards before going outwards once more.

She sits now in a college class in Australia behind one such wheel, working with her four hands upon a wet mound of clay. Her large, three-fingered hands run along the muddy surface of the clay, shaping it with gentle yet firm movements. She wears a smock over her usual attire, and nearby on a device known as a radio classical harp music is played, which reminds her of Jagara, a comforting thing in this foreign land. It was Kaito's idea for her to participate in this class, though her involvement is largely lonesome, as every other person in the class is utterly terrified of her and avoids her.

It is understandable, of course, for them to fear. Sheeva is a large and intimidating woman by herself, but she knows it is not her own visage that drives away the people of Earth, but rather that of the shokan species. Twenty years prior they engaged in a brutal invasion of this realm and were instrumental to Shao Kahn's armies. They appeared through portals alongside other "monstrous" races of Outworld to attack the cities of Earthrealm, targeting the largest population centers across the planet. In a short period of time, much destruction was wrought and the shokan were key participants in it. Although enough time has passed for children born in that time to now be adults, as most members of the New Defenders are, the people of Earthrealm have not forgotten the invasion.

>How does she feel about the others in this class?

>Amused
>Indifferent
>Annoyed
>Disgusted
>Other

>>49006089
>Amused
She is doing something -that according to her- enjoys after all. She won't let her day be ruined because of some puny earthlings

>>49006089
>Annoyed

All this time and not one dropbear has tried to ambush us yet...

Also, the people here keep mispronouncing our name as "Shiela." They are clearly without honor.

>>49006089

>other

Aloof.

If needed for a tie.

> Annoyed

They stare

SHOOOOKANNNN

>>49006089
>>Amused

The mice scurry

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>>49006261

It is understandable, of course, for them to fear. Sheeva is a large and intimidating woman by herself, but she knows it is not her own visage that drives away the people of Earth, but rather that of the shokan species. Twenty years prior they engaged in a brutal invasion of this realm and were instrumental to Shao Kahn's armies. They appeared through portals alongside other "monstrous" races of Outworld to attack the cities of Earthrealm, targeting the largest population centers across the planet. In a short period of time, much destruction was wrought and the shokan were key participants in it. Although enough time has passed for children born in that time to now be adults, as most members of the New Defenders are, the people of Earthrealm have not forgotten the invasion.

Sheeva finds herself amused by their behaviour, like mice scurrying before a predator. They avoid eye contact which she cares little for; so long as she is not interrupted, she could care less if they use their strange handheld devices to record her from the corners of the room. Ever since appearing on their "television broadcast" where the thin-haired and old Secretary Blake introduced the team to the world, it has been her understanding that there is controversy amongst some sections of the human population over her place on the team. Again, she cannot say she minds; let any who oppose her come forth to challenge her in Mortal Kombat. So long as they hide behind their screens and keyboards, she will pay them no heed whatsoever.

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>>49006406

In this pottery class alone, they cower and shy away when she walks by their tables. When the teacher instructs them to present their works, they lavish praise upon her simple designs out of fear, not respect or admiration. The professor himself is a rather meek man, who gives her good "grades" despite others creating much more artistic designs than she. But when she points this out, their makers are quick to say that hers is better. Spineless, the lot of them. Her time here has given her great perspective on the normal humans her team protects. But right now, such things aren't quite on the front of her mind.

>Sheeva is thinking about:

>Her people and her homeland
>The New Defenders and her relation with them
>The contrast between Shokan and Human culture
>Loneliness

>>49006425
>>Loneliness
Shokan are family oriented and I'm sure she misses young Jagara.

>>49006425

> The Contrast between SHOOOOOOKAAAANNNN and Human culture.

>>49006425
>>The contrast between Shokan and Human culture

At least the wildlife on this continent is vaguely reminiscent of home...

>>49006425
>The contrast between Shokan and Human culture
These humans are weird. I feel like the Earthrealm fighters have misled me about what their people are like during the tournaments back in the day

>>49006591
>Ship the Shokan to Australia 2016

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>>49006591
>>49006598

In fact, Sheeva finds herself thinking about things that make her feel uneasy, despite the calming harp music and the clay she is working with. Perhaps it comes from her exposure to Earthrealm customs and culture, perhaps it comes from her separation from her people and Outworld in general, but ever since joining the team she has found it difficult to adjust to her new surroundings. She lives in a room she did not create, surrounded by technology her people did not forge and fights alongside a new, younger generation. While many of her teammates have direct blood connections to warriors she knows and respects, she finds herself at a conflict of personality with many of them. Upstart, brash, arrogant, disrespectful, these are all words that she could use to describe more than a handful of them; qualities to be expected from the youth of a comparatively shorter-lived species.

Furthermore, this contrast between home and hearth is seemingly widened the more time she spends in Earthrealm. Though she rarely interacts with anyone from this class (or indeed the wider world around it) she learns more and more about them the more time she remains. Their culture is vastly different from her own, as they live what Cassie Cage referred to as a more "modern" existence, which Sheeva took offense to, as it implied the shokan lived a "primitive" existence. She was keen to debate and defend her people's traditional ways, as she has always been proud and honorable when it comes to matters of the shokan, but her own observations from classes like these and her interactions with her Earthrealm teammates has taught her much about their people.

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>>49006803

They have grown so powerful in their own realm that they can afford to exist in comfort without every member of their race being a warrior, or a builder, or a hunter. Rudimentary research has told her that humans also outnumber her kind by a massive factor, but numbers alone do not promise superiority. The forces of an Outworld united under Shao Kahn were outnumbered and technologically outmatched by Earthrealm, but with their technology and "modern" life has come a weakening of other, baser strengths. They have largely lost courage and honor, at least in the ways a shokan would view these qualities. They have gained much, this cannot be denied, but a thousand shokan could still defeat ten thousand humans in battle.

>She now considers...

>The strength of her teammates compared to the average human
>The disappointing lack in battle recently
>A recent dream she had about this very land
>The lack of a sufficient mate in her life
>Other

>>49006816
>>A recent dream she had about this very land

Obvious plothook, cleverly placed in the exact middle of the greentext so we wouldn't notice...

>>49006816
>>A recent dream she had about this very land
How come no one asked Cao if he wanted to try pottery? He's an artsy guy.

>>49006816

> The Strength of her teamates vs regular humans.

SHOOOOOKAAAAN

>>49007016
he probably doesn't need help to get along with Earthrealmers

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>>49007016

Of course there are exceptions to the humans, such as the members of her team. At one point, Sheeva had contemplated if the very nature of Earth itself was what had made the humans into what they are; Outworld is harsh, dangerous and often deadly. It therefore breeds harsh, dangerous and deadly people, like the shokan. But the humans have tamed their realm, they now control it to a point where life is safe. Certainly there exist dangerous regions, and people who wish to dwell in them, but for the most part life in Earthrealm is safe for its people.

Sheeva had a dream, recently, though she knows not what brought it upon her. Perhaps it was just a flight of fancy, but it was also grim. Duroc had perished, the shokan were in disarray, their lands threatened to be wiped out. Sheeva had stepped up and led them, and soon enough became queen by her own hand after striking a deal with the world leaders of Earthrealm to lead her people to Earthrealm, to this very land of Australia, and here she ruled upon a stone throne. She had been told that by Kaito that Australia was still a harsh and dangerous land in itself, so perhaps the dream it was a desire to live here and similarly tame it with her people. A dream, and nothing more, for such a thing had never come to pass. Sheeva was not a ruler, but even if she was, would she fare any better than Duroc? She greatly admired her eldest cousin, for he was a just ruler and compassionate. His taking of Rokuro, a half-breed bastard, as his true son and heir was proof alone of that.

>What happens next?

>She thinks about Duroc, and of home; the royal family
>Sheeva finishes up her pottery
>Someone interrupts her
>A sudden call to action
>Other

>>49007197
>She thinks about Duroc, and of home; the royal family
"but are they really *my* family?"

>>49007197
>She thinks about Duroc, and of home; the royal family

>>49007197

> Someone interrupts her.

MYSTERIOUS SHOOKAAAN BOOOX?

>>49007197
>>Someone interrupts her

>>49007197
>>Someone interrupts her
Mystery box

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>>49007423
>>49007435

Sheeva's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by someone approaching her. It is the professor of the class, a fairly young adult man who has difficulty making eye contact with her, much like everyone else. She pauses in her shaping of the clay as he walks up, chewing on his nail.

"So, Sheeva, I---Erm, that is, I noticed you're doing something a little, uh, different today."

"Yes," she replies as she glares daggers at the mewling man. "I am making a water jug."

"Goo--Good, that's good, that's a good thing," he nods, forcing a smile. "It's just, I was, um, wondering..."

"What? Speak."

He steps back from her firmness, clearly worried about offending her. "Well, I thought that, perhaps, um---That you might enjoy more, ah, privacy, is all."

She slowly raises a brow. "Explain."

He holds up his hands, as if in defense. "I don't mean anything like, uh, moving you out of the class or anything, it's just, if you would prefer, I don't know, an isolated room perhaps for your work? Erm, with f-full access to all the materials, as usual, just... Away from everyone else."

Immediately her eyes narrow and the man is shaken. "I d-didn't mean that w-we want to get rid of you, of course, I meant only if YOU would prefer it, not that anyone else would, that is." He is visibly sweating and slightly trembling. "I--I--I--I mean, if you d-don't like the others, ah, looking or filming like they, um, tend to, or being afr-fraid of you..."

Sheeva closes her eyes and slowly sucks in a breath from her nostrils. To even speak to a coward like this makes her want to crack a skull open.

>"No." Continue working.
>Ignore him, keep working.
>React harshly
>Break something in response
>Other

>>49007831
>>"No." Continue working.

We shall "dignity" the worm into submission.

>>49007831
>"No." Continue working.

>>49007831

>"No"

SHOOOKAN ENJOY COMMUNAL EDUCATION PROGRAMMES!

>>49007831
>Other
Could one of you translate for this one? He seems to have trouble expressing himself

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>>49007869
>>49007871

She continues to stare at him for a moment, each second making him more and more uncomfortable. Finally, she says, "No." She then returns to her pot.

"G-great! Fant-tastic, I mean, like I said we don't want you to leave b-but just wanted to make sure you're comfortable, hah, I'll just... I'll just get with the other students."

He quickly shuffles off, leaving Sheeva with a distasteful look on her face. But she discovers that she is nearly done, and ready to make the handle of the pot while also doing some additional details. She runs all of her fingers up and down the surface, adding some more water as she focuses on the next few steps.

>How thin should the jug be?

>Thicken the sides; make it practical
>Thin the sides; make it artistic

>What should the outside look like?

>Smooth surface
>Textured surface
>Wavy surface

>And what does she think about while she does her last bit of work for the day?

>The Team and what she is going to do when she returns to the island
>The shokan royal family and the current state of affairs
>Sheeva's romantic life (or lack thereof)
>Nothing; focus on the work
>Other

>>49008100
>Thicken the sides; make it practical
>Wavy surface
>Nothing; focus on the work
let's show these motherfuckers some shokan pottery that can last

>>49008100
>Thicken the sides; make it practical
>Wavy surface
>Nothing; focus on the work

>>49008100

> Thicken

> Textured

> Other
What was the guy who interrupted her trying to say?


SHOOOOKAAAANNNNN POOOOOT STRONGK

>>49008100
Thick
Textured
Focus on work

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>>49008175
>>49008176
>>49008199

Setting aside all other thoughts, Sheeva concentrates on completing her work on the jug. She creates a handle while giving the outside a thicker consistency with another layer of clay, which she gives a wavey, textured style to. When this is done, she gives it a simple finish, takes it to the kiln and and sets it inside.

Her work complete, she will retrieve it upon her next class session. Now comes the time to return to the island. She leaves the class without saying goodbye, walking through the hall and to the courtyard outside. This is where she usually activates the portal device, but she hestitates for a moment. She looks up into the sky and realizes that she is actually done a bit earlier than usual.

Perhaps she could remain in Earthrealm a bit longer... Then again, she is rather weary of this place and its people.

>Return to the island
>Explore the college campus
>Walk out into the city
>Wander off into the wildnerness for a while
>Other

>>49008100
>Thick
>Textured
>Work

>>49008772
>Wander off into the wildnerness for a while
Where is the danger of this land? Time to truly see the soft human world.

>>49008772
>>Wander off into the wildnerness for a while
Let's get Sheeva a koala or something

>>49008772

> Wilderness

SHOOOOOKAAAAN DUNDEEEEE TIEM

>>49008772
>Wander off into the wildnerness for a while
Shokan are not wary of anything!

Also I am really surprised that the Defenders just let Sheeva leave without supervision.

>>49008895

Sheeva's a mature and older woman.

She's not some nutter who would see anyone different and beat them to death screaming SHOOOOOKAAAAANNNNN MIGHTYYYY

>>49008933
I guess we'll see.

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>>49008824
>>49008862
>>49008895

Finding little interest in civilization, she is instead more curious about the surrounding land and its wildlife. Stepping out of the town and heading off into the wilderness, ignoring any who stop and stare at her, Sheeva travels off and soon finds herself treading across the Australian landscape. It takes her a while to find anything interesting, but soon she is surrounded by lush forest and walking alongside a river. She's reminded of the Kuatan Jungle just south of her homeland, where she would sometimes run through as a child.

She glimpses occasional small animals and other creatures, but nothing amazingly dangerous, like a sucker-snake or a horned ape. What few larger animals she does see look intimidating in their own ways, but nothing that she feels she could fear. Most beasts of Outworld are unafraid to attack at a moment's notice, but the beasts of Earthrealm make way for one as they walk through the jungle. She finds little interest out here, and after a while, decides to leave.

That is, however, until she comes upon the corpse of a large bird. She kneels down and looks at the creature; it seems to have been killed not for sport, as nothing on the body was stripped, but there is a pilfered nest nearby. She can tell by the wound that it is not another animal that did this, for indeed another animal would have taken the body. No, this is the work of poaching. A trail leads her to a camp, which has been abandonned, but there is more evidence here that animals were being held in cages.

Sheeva places her four hands on her hips. Her understanding of the laws of this land is minute, but perhaps this warrants further investigation...

>Head to the island
>Contact the Team and ask for advice
>Search for the poachers yourself
>Ignore this situation and leave
>Other

>>49009139

> Contact the team

Ask for Fireseed. He was a hunter.

A HUNTER WORTHY OF SHOOKANNN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT!

>>49009139
>>Search for the poachers yourself
Why do you not follow superior SHOKAN HUNTING ETIQUETTE

>>49009204
This mans enthusiasm bothers me a bit by agree with his suggestion

>>49009139
>>Contact the Team and ask for advice

We don't know the law enforcement customs. It would not do to dishonor ourselves in the eyes of the local government.

>>49009139
>>Contact the Team and ask for advice

>>49009233

WE NEED TO ASK IF IT WOULD CAUSE WAR FOR US TO CRUSH THESE SCUM. SHOOOKAN ARE HONOURABLE AND ONLY FIGHT WHEN IT IS WORTHY!

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>>49009268
>>49009260
>>49009204

Holding up her lower left arm, she taps a hidden device on her forearm guard to activate a communication function. After a moment, someone else on the team answers: Fireseed. She quickly informs him of the current situation, and he relates the illegality of poaching, especially if the species is protected or endangered. After inquiring what her next move should be, he advises her to hold position. She does so for several minutes until a portal opens nearby and he walks though, dressed head to toe in his hunting gear. He approaches her and looks around at the camp before more closely inspecting it.

"They're not far off," he says, running his fingers along the ground. "Definitely poachers. Cassowary and other birds were here. There's a big market for their eggs."

Sheeva cracks her knuckles. "Do we hunt these hunters?"

He picks up a fragment of an eggshell and nods. "We do." Looking around, he finds their most recent trail and sniffs before putting his head near the ground. "Diesel. This way." He stands up and moves quickly in one direction, and she follows, running after him.

'Perhaps this day will not be such a waste after all,' she muses as they follow the trail of the poachers.

They come upon them in little under an hour. Fireseed, having anticipated where they were headed, took them to an elevated position at the top of a canyon they are going to be passing through. Sheeva lies in wait with the tracker as he sets up a sniping position, taking out his rifle and affixing a telescopic sight to it. He looks through for a few moments before saying, "They're here."

She looks in the direction and begins to see the lights of cars. They're driving in a small caravan down into the canyon.

"Optimal range soon," he mutters as he aims. "Your mission. Your call."

>Shoot out the drivers and jump down
>Wait for them to get near, then jump on the lead vehicle and destroy it
>Jump in front of the cars and makes them stop
>Follow them
>Other

>>49009677
>>Wait for them to get near, then jump on the lead vehicle and destroy it

>>49009677
>Wait for them to get near, then jump on the lead vehicle and destroy it
Dishonor is repaid through death.
SHOKAN WAY!!

>>49009677
>>Wait for them to get near, then jump on the lead vehicle and destroy it
Fireseed can give support

>>49009677

> JUMP IN FRONT WHILE ALLY ENGAGES FROM REAR

SHOOOOOOKAN AND INDIAN HUNTING ADVENTURES? DAMASHI YOU KNOW HOW TO TOUCH ME JUST RIGHT!

My level of concern about the amount of caps lock use happening here is slowly but steadily rising...

>>49009973

Sush, let take the authentic shokan experience

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>>49009990
I'm pretty sure the "authentic Shokan experience" is less Hulk and more pic related.

>>49010085
Fair point

>>49010085

Yeah but they also do yell their species name. That being the species name I shall try to avoid saying so as to reduce caps use.

>>49010085
We're engaging honourably and putting an end to dishonourable curs. quite authentic.

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>>49009794
>>49009826
>>49009843

"I'll make the first move," she says, moving to walk towards the edge. "Fire after I stomp the one in front."

"You mean 'stop'," he says.

"No, I do not."

As they draw near, Sheeva waits for the right moment. When it comes, she squats and tenses her leg muscles before springing upwards, launching herself several times higher than any normal being can jump. She then rockets downwards, having timed the jump perfectly as she aims for the lead vehicle before landing on its hood. The result is cataclysmic for the car as she smashes its front half and engine in one single blow, crushing the metal beneath her bare feet. The back half of the car flips forwards, over her head, the metal twisting and breaking as it rolls off. The car, and the people inside of it, land nearby and skid along the ground.

The other cars in the convoy all skid to a stop, one of them crashing into another in the back. Their headlights shine on her as she rises from the wreckage, picking off some of the metal from her shoulder and tossing it aside. Almost immediately, the doors open and people point firearms at her, shouting threats.

That's when Fireseed comes into play. He shoots from his elevated position he begins to fire, which causes them to panic and shoot themselves. In the chaos, as the Native American sniper picks them off, they miss their shots on Sheeva as she charges forward, her feat tearing through the metal she was standing in.

>1d100 and an action!

>>49010131
They yell "For the Shokan" the same way ninjas yell "For <insert clan here>!"

They don't just randomly say the word "Shokan" louder than all the other words in a sentence, that would be weird.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>49010160
Operation human flail is a go.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>49010160

Kick the wreckage at somebody.

SHOKAN time.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>49010160
Groundpound, see if we can't pop what's left of the car into the air and crush someone with it.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>49010160
Throw a car into a car

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>>49010213

Sheeva reaches for the nearest poacher and grabs the weapon out of his hand, tearing it from his grip. Taking it in her lower arms and bending it over her knee with one swift downward thrust, she grabs him with her upper arms and proceeds to swing him around like a flail. He shouts as she holds his leg tightly as he is bashed against two other poachers before she discards him, and his bent firearm, off to the side.

>>49010234
>>49010260

Spotting some of the wreckage nearby, she approaches it but not before a poacher leaps on her back. She begins to struggle to get him off as another one leaps forward and tackles her feet. Like a firmly rooted tree, she does not budge, but he holds tightly onto her leg as she continues to attempt to shake the first one off.

Above, Fireseed blasts the head of one of the drivers, preventing him from backing up and attempting to run Sheeva down. However, one of the poachers on the back reaches for a molotov cocktail and lights it, preparing to throw!

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>49010363

Fireball Meet Molotov

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>49010363
Shrug off the flames like only a shokan can.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>49010363
>Pick up some wreckage
>Impromptu back scratcher of sorts to remove the guy.

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>>49010388
>>49010421
>>49010520

Sheeva sees the flaming cocktail coming towards her and braces herself. It explodes at her feet and quickly travels upwards, encompassing the two holding her back. They scream as the flames spread onto them, letting go and rolling off. Sheeva, naturally fire resistant, walks through the flames as her eyes burn bright red.

>>49010333

Approaching the truck, she grabs onto it with all four arms and lifts it up. The man in the back scrambles and shouts in surprise as he holds on tight, but before he can jump free, Sheeva roars in fury as she hurls it across the way, right into another truck. The man is crushed as the two vehicles collide, mashed into each other. Headlights flicker as the two vehicles roll away, skidding across the sandy floor of the canyon. Sheeva stands, breathing heavily as the two bodies of the other poachers burn behind her.

Just then, a shotgun blast narrowly misses her from behind. The last poacher, hiding amongst the rocks in a position Fireseed cannot aim at, shoots at her from behind his covered position. He aims again and fires as she rolls out of the way.

"Never brought home a four-armed bitch!" he shouts out as he aims again. "Gonna stuff you and mount you on a wall, freak!" He howls in delight as he shoots again.

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>49010560

Jump and land on him.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>49010560
Shokan Missile into him.

>>49010596

Yoooooooooooooooooooo

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>>49010596
Nice

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>>49010678

>>49010678
Hey, I recognize that trap. I mean...

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>>49010581

Sheeva jumps up over the shot, landing on the rocks in front of him. He stumbles and falls back, desperately aiming the shotgun up again, but she uses a lower hand to swat it out it out of his grip.

>>49010596

Sheeva places all four hands on her hips as he backs up, tripping over a stone, before drawing out a large bowie knife and waving it around threateningly but ineffectually.

"You dumb bitch! We were on our way to market! The Black Dragon ain't gonna forgive ya, ya bloody four-armed good for nothin'---"

Tired of listening to him, Sheeva crouches and lunges forward, all four arms pointed out. Like a missile, she flies towards his stomach before blasting clean through. The man is torn in half as she flies through him, painting the nearby canyon wall with red. As his two halves fall down, Sheeva picks herself up and dusts herself off, discarding blood, sand and organs.

"Pathetic," she mutters. "These hunters were hardly any sport."

"He said Black Dragon," Fireseed calls out from behind. She turns to see him repelling down the canyon wall with a harness. He touches down and walks up. "We could have questioned him more if you hadn't torn him in half."

"What's done is done," she shrugs. "The criminals are dead."

Fireseed puts away his weapon and approaches her, his eyes fierce and narrow. "The Black Dragon is one of the groups we currently have almost no intel on. You stumbled upon one of their poaching rings, that was luck. What you did just now was stupid."

She faces him fully and fearlessly. "Do you mean to make something of it?"

He shakes his head. "You shokan; all you know how to do is destroy. No subtlety."

>Free the animals
>Call back to base
>Argue more with him
>Challenge him to battle
>Other

>>49010836

> Free the animals

> Argue with him

and if he continues being a dick

> Mortal Kombat

>>49010836
>Free the animals
We can argue in like two seconds.

>>49010836
>>Free the animals
>>Argue more with him
We created something just today. How dare he insult our culture

>Free the animals
We take the biggest asshole Cassowary as a pet, for its ferocity is worthy of note.

>argue with him

>>49010911
Indeed. Shokan are magificent creators.

Why, the royal palace, which is located in a volcano, consists almost entirely of solid gold statues and flags that are completely unaffected by convection, y'know how hard that is?

>>49010989
Just one? We should bring two back to Kuatan as an invasive species!

>>49011004
Shokan carpenters invented the four-armed chair!

I notice Earthrealm doesn't have any chairs with more than two arm rests, makes sitting comfortably quite awkward...

>>49010989
Backing the fuck out of this

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>>49010878
>>49010908
>>49010911
>>49010989

Fireseed turns around as he heads towards the animal cages in the rearmost vehicle. As he begins to open the cages and let the animals out, mostly dangerous and rare birds that attempt to peck and claw at him, Sheeva does the same, picking up the birds and letting them out. "And just what do you know of the shokan? Clearly nothing, if you say that all they do is destroy."

"I don't see you doing anything else," he mutters.

"Are you attempting to pick a fight, now that we are victorious?" she asks as the last of the animals are released. "We were successful in defeating them."

"We killed them, sure. Anyone could have done that. A professional would have taken at least one alive for interrogation, but you just couldn't help but tear him in half, could you?"

"I do not care for your opinions on my methods. They are dead because they were weak. They will no longer commit crimes because we have stopped them. As little of a fight as they offered, we still defeated them."

Fireseed faces her, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of the truck. "That's not how we do things. These guys were nothing; mooks. They could've led us to the next link in the chain, maybe even to Kabal."

"They'll surface eventually. When their leader does see fit to rear his burnt face, our team will be ready."

"Yes, let your enemy decide when and where the battle takes place," he mutters. He looks up at her. "You know, I didn't get to say this before, but when you tried to punch Sam? It was the funniest damn thing I'd ever seen."

Sheeva's face turns to one of insulted pride very quickly. "Now you purposefully insult me? Curb your tongue before I teach it some respect." She slams two fists into her palms.

"You wouldn't be the first shokan to try," he mutters, standing straight up and unfolding his arms.

They stare at each other in a standoff.

>FIGHT!
>Interrupted
>Walk off
>Suddenly, a survivor amongst the wreckage
>Other

>>49011154

FIGHT.

I'm backing Fireseed in this and I will enjoy it.

>>49011154
>>FIGHT!

>>49011154
>>Suddenly, a survivor amongst the wreckage

>>49011154
Such a stain on our honor cannot go unanswered!
>Fight!
Lay into him with a hard right

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>>49011200
>>49011206
>>49011233

Sheeva answers with a hard shove, sending him back a few paces. Fireseed immediately reaches down to his boot and slides a knife out with one hand while putting his rifle away with the other.

"Oh, we're doing this?" he says, almost sounding excited. "Good. I've been itchin' for it."

"I'll not let this stain on my honor go unanswered!" She again slams her fists together. "Prepare yourself!"

He holds up his knife in front of his eyes as he stares at her. "You and your honor... It's a bad joke. What do you think the dead think about your honor, Sheeva? You think your ancestors are following you around and judging your every move?"

"Enough!" she declares. "It is time your mouth stopped talking and started bleeding!"

"Try," he dares her.

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>49011350
Fireball clap point blank in his face.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>49011350
Dash, grab n throw into a tree or some brush

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>49011350

Tank a knife attack, grab with lower arms and pummel with upper arms.

>>49011350
>Suddenly a survivor!

>>49011516

sadly too late to save Fireseed's sphincter form the power of SHOKAN

>>49011373
>>49011392
>>49011399
Fireseed was not ready

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>>49011575

Can anyone prepare. For the POWAH... the MAGNIFICENCE.... The JOY of SHOKAN KOMBAT!

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>>49011373

Sheeva's hands burn brightly as she claps them in front of her, creating a fiery shockwave. Fireseed, his arms already up, blocks the attack and shields his eyes, but the force of the blast pushes him back a few feet. He looks up from his arms as the hair on them smokes slightly, gritting his teeth.

>>49011392

Dashing forward, Sheeva is on him in an instant. She knows that he is skilled with ranged combat, but less so with close-quarters fighting. She knows well that he came close in the test trials against her, but not nearly so now taht she is fighting for real. A shokan's greatest advantage is its strength and skill in grappling, and she uses it to great effect as she grabs him with all four arms before throwing him aside, into a bush. Twigs snap as he rolls through it, but then he gets back up and charges at her with his knife.

>>49011399

Sheeva holds up her upper left arm and allows the knife to hit her, trusting in her solid flesh to keep the blade at bay. He draws blood as he slices her arm, but this opens him up to attack. She grabs him with her lower arms and lifts him off his feet before bringing her upper fists down on his face and chest in a raining series of blows. She pummels him for a bit before tossing him away again.

As she chucks him across the way, she sneers. Placing her hands on her hips and folding two of them in front of her, she says, "You told us your tale the night of the fireplace on the beach. Am I supposed to believe you hunted for several years in Outworld's jungles when I am faced with skill such as this? Perhaps you are not so fearsome after all."

He pushes himself back up to a standing position and glares at her from beneath his headband. She walks towards him. "Then again, perhaps you truly are green," she again calls his experience into question. "But soon you will be red."

>1d100 and an action!

>>49011534
Doesn't have to be mutually exclusive anon.
He'll have tons of unique angles to spot survivors from.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>49011641

Beckon him onward and show him we can kick as well as we punch.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>49011641
Ground pound, then while he's off balance, suplex him

>>49011641
Shoot a fireball at him, then as he rolls to dodge it come down on his head with a stomp

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>49011723
Forgot dice

>>49011723
>>49011745
Jesus dude we're not trying to kill him

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>49011641
Old fashioned fisticuffs. If he won't get on with it stomp shockwave to open him up.
Also sorta works for working in debris to block arrows.

>>49011751
Surely his stubborn head is hard enough to make a safe landing platform.

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>>49011688

Fireseed then throws his knife at her, but she easily catches it in one hand. This proves to be a ruse, however, when he thren reaches behind him and takes out a bolas from his belt. He throws it around her feet and the electrodes within the heads deliver a shock to her, causing her to drop the knife as she is stunned. Fireseed smirks as he then tackles her to the ground, slamming an elbow in her face before attempting to get her into a grapple.

>>49011722

This proves to be a bad choice against a shokan, however, as Sheeva's lower arms wrap around his waist. She slams her upper arms onto the ground and forces them both back up while she still holds onto him. Now, from this new position, she grabs him with all four arms and bends backwards, delivering a massive suplex by slamming his head onto the sandy ground. He grunts as she lets go, standing straight up and walking away a few paces as she kicks off the burnt-out bolas.

>>49011723

She seems him attempting to get back up out of the corner of her eye and prepares a fireball in one hand. She turns and whips it at him, but he dodges it---which she had anticipated. As he rolls off to the side, she brings up a leg and then brings it down upon his head, holding him in place.

>>49011752

She holds him there for a moment before bringing up her foot again and stomping on the ground near him, creating a small shockwave that launches him upwards. She grabs him out of the air by the neck and holds him aloft, ready to deliver a series of punches to him.

Just then, they both hear a noise: a great whooshing sound, like the turbines of a jet engine. A set of lights are shined down upon them as some great mechnical vehicle vertically lands nearby. Sheeva holds up a hand to shield her eyes from the light as it touches onto the ground. With the light in her face, she can barely make it out, but it appears to be... in the shape of a dragon.

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>>49012086

The body of the vehicle opens up as an exit ramp lowers, and someone walks down and into the light. Sheeva watches as the silhouette turns into Kaito, who doesn't appear pleased with what he's stumbled upon. He places his hands on his hips as he looks at the two of them, noting both of their damage and bloodied states.

"Drop him, Sheeva."

She does so and he lands on his feet, reaching up to rub his neck. They both look at Kaito as he points his thumb back. "Both of you, in the dragon jet, now."

Minutes later, they're in the air again, taking off. This is the first time Sheeva has been inside one of these contraptions; she saw the hanger being built on the island, but knew not what these were for. As it cuts across the skies at sonic speeds, she understands why.

Both Fireseed and Sheeva are made to strap in next to each other as Kaito sits across from them, similarly buckled up.

"I tracked you both here and thought I'd take these new things out for a spin," he explains. "But I have to admit, I didn't think I'd stumble upon this." He openly wears a disappointed look on his face as his eyes drift from one to the other. "So, who's going to talk first?"

>Explain what happened
>Remain stoically silent
>Let Fireseed speak
>Demand Kaito let them finish their fight, unless Fireseed concedes defeat
>Other

>>49012102

> Let fireseed Speak.

Let him give himself enough rope.

>>49012102
Let Fireseed speak

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>>49012125
>>49012284

Sheeva is silent as she allows Fireseed to speak. He may be disrespectful, but he is not dishonest; he lays it out pretty much exactly as it happened. Kaito listens to him talk about how Sheeva called him up, he deployed to her location and helped her track down and eliminate the hostile poachers. Their Black Dragon connection is something he focuses on briefly before he gets into why they fought. He doesn't skip a detail.

When he's done, concluding with the moment Kaito showed up, the elementalist looks at Sheeva and asks, "Is this all true?" She nods and he lets out a sigh. "You know, you two are among the oldest and most experienced people on the team. Of everyone, you two were the last ones I would have expected to start the first genuine fight. I thought two of the younger kids might have a go at it; I was betting on Frost, personally. But this..." He shakes his head and mutters, "We think we've come so far..."

"He insulted me and called my honor into question. He has no respect."

"Since day one with you, Sheeva, it's been about your honor. You let him goad you into throwing the first punch! The moment you did that, you set aside your honor to the team to worry about your own pride. And you, Joshua---don't think I've forgotten about you. I don't know what your problem is with Sheeva, but I'm not going to let it interfere with the team, understood?"

They are both silent as Kaito straightens up. "Now, look. I know we have some pretty strong personalities on the team. Conflict is bound to happen, but what you two did is just childish. Fireseed, you had a point---Sheeva could have held back. Sheeva, there's nothing wrong with having pride and honor, but you can't let people just insult you and make you rush into a potential trap. That's something any enemy could exploit. I read in Cassie's report of your trip to that strange realm that you refused to retreat against overwhelming odds until the team came and forced you to."

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>>49012591

"I did not run," Sheeva insists. "I was simply postponing the battle for another time while I caught my breath."

"Regardless, it's dangerous behaviour. You both acted out of line today. Fireseed, when you got the call, you should have alerted the rest of the team instead of just leaving by yourself. It's almost like you wanted this conflict to happen and end up this way."

He is silent as he stares off to the side for a bit.

Kaito leans forward. "Now, I'm not going to make you two apologize to each other. Not yet. You're both going to get some space and keep away from each other until you cool down. Then I'm going to want you both to work on this, work on fighting together instead of fighting each other. Understood?"

Sheeva is the first to speak. "I will when he apologizes."

"I have nothing to apologize for," he mutters.

Before Sheeva can speak, Kaito holds up a hand. "Stop, stop, just stop. These are the kinds of responses I get from warriors? Not even just warriors, but adults?" He sits back up again. "We'll be on base soon. I'm going to talk to each of you individually tomorrow, after you've had a chance to rest up and wash the blood off. If you're going to be on this team, if you're going to act like New Defenders, this shit isn't gonna fly. I thought I'd have to drag some of the others around by the ears before I did for you two, but if I have to play the mean mother, that's just what I'll do. And if you'd rather settle this with fists, I'll allow that as well. But not until I say so."

The rest of the ride is silent. When the dragon jet flies through its portal and returns to base, landing in the newly-built hanger bay, the two of them silently disembark and head to their rooms. Once inside, Sheeva quietly discards her red suit and showers in silent frustration.

>Sleep
>Meditate
>Head to the gym
>Travel to the roof
>Other

>>49012600
>Head to the gym
Get rid of the anger by hitting some punching bags

>>49012600
>>Travel to the roof

>>49012623

>Gym

Maybe see if we can spar with Jacqui.

>>49012633
Or we can just ask Sam if we can throw her around

>>49012600
>Meditate on the roof after a work out.
Gotta work on that frustration.

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>>49012623
>>49012633
>>49012661

Sheeva decides to work out some of her frustration in the gym. She pauses briefly to open up a drawer of clothing. This Earthrealm-style workout clothing is something she still is not used to; she slips her legs through the tight fabric of the bottoms before sliding on the top. They do not have four-armed tops for her, so she simply wears the same manner of top that someone like Cassie or any other normal human would wear, and consequently her lower arms feel a bit more free.

She does have to admit, though, she likes the look. Grabbing a towel, she walks over to the gym and finds three other teammates inside: Cao, Frost and Ling.

Frost is holding Ling's feet as she performs sit-ups; those two always seem to be either together or helping each other work out. Frost motivates and encourages her to do more as the daughter of Lao keeps her hands locked behind her head, sitting up and smiling as the cryomancer counts. Nearby, Cao is on a treadmill, running at a very fast speed as the black belt whirs beneath him. Sheeva enters and looks around, attempting to decide what to do.

>Lift heavy weights
>Do a bunch of push-ups
>Lift weights while doing push-ups because four arms
>You really want to punch something
>Other

>>49012852
>>Lift weights while doing push-ups because four arms

>>49012852
>You really want to punch something
Possibly kick something too

>>49012852
>>You really want to punch something

Yeah, stress relief.

>>49012852
>Lift weights while doing pushups
After the warm up go for heavier weights or sparring

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>>49012879
>>49012994

While she desires to do some initial weight training, she feels a bit more strongly about punching something right now, to get some of the frustration out.

Sheeva moves from the gym into the training center. Tossing the towel onto a bench, she walks into the center of the room, she cracks her knuckles. Across the room, a set of blue eyes light up and a robotic figure walks out meet her. The machine, the training android, stands in front of her. She folds her arms as she looks upon the glorified punching bag that Special Forces invested too much money to count in. Plus, given her recent experience in fighting machines in Rellim Ohcanep, she is already predisposed to not particularly like this invention.

The machine speaks. "Greetings. Please establish training perameters."

"I want to punch you."

"Understood. Please establish level of response."

>Just get back up after I knock you down
>Fight back, easy difficulty
>Fight back, medium difficulty
>Fight back, hard difficulty
>Remove all safety perameters and come at me

>>49013158
>Medium

>>49013158
>>Remove all safety perameters and come at me

>>49013158
>Hard mode
Would go for zero safety but we don't want to wreck the building

>>49013158
>>Fight back, hard difficulty
Lets not blow everything up

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>>49013267
>>49013328

"Fight me back. Moderate difficulty."

The machine's eyes light up again, a bit more brightly. "Perameters set. Engaging mission protocols. Prepare for Kombat."

Both Sheeva and the training android step back from each other, getting into their combative stances, facing off against each other.

>Roll 1d100!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>49013561
Machines get no love in this story

>>49013561
open with some combo punches into forward kick I suppose.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>49013664
>>49013561
whoops

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>>49013638

The machine at this difficulty level catches her off-guard initially with its speed. It spins and kicks her in the jaw before turning its body in an impossible manner as its waist rotates to punch her in the gut. Sheeva falls back and defends herself from the sudden surge of attacks, blocking metal fists and feet as it attacks from unpredictable angles and with impossible body movements. As the android is fully modular in body, it can bend its limbs in ways that normal bodies cannot, from snapping its elbows backwards to catch a fist or turning its waist or head to maintain its forward-attacking momentum.

>>49013680

But eventually, Sheeva adapts. She fights back by blocking and counterattacking. Though the machine is set at a hard difficulty and has kombat manuever programmed to make it emulate some of the best fighters in its database, Sheeva is undeterred. She took her beating, now it's time to dish one out. She slams two fists against its chest and knocks it back before grabbing it and smashing it against the walls. The machine lashes out but Sheeva has its number now; she's in the battle, blood pumping and boiling. She smiles, relishing this experience and reveling in it as she throws the android onto the ground before stomping it into the floor. Soon enough it is too damaged to continue; it's internal life-bar is depleted and it shuts down to prevent itself from being harmed further.

Sheeva leaves the battered machine on the floor and goes to grab her towel, wiping off blood, sweat and oil from her skin.

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>>49012868
>>49013026

Several minutes later, after a drink of water, Sheeva is now doing a more regular and repetition-driven workout to bring down her adrenaline while also calming her mind after that vigorous combat session. With her lower arms, she pushes herself off the ground, all while curling weights with her upper arms. It is an impressive display, that much can be said, as everyone else pauses when they catch sight of it. Frost and Ling both observe her form with a bit of jealousy while Cao pauses in his running to chat with Takeda, both young men openly staring at the shokan.

She doesn't mind; let them stare. She focuses on her breathing as she curls her arms while pushing up and down. It's a burn, but a good kind of burn.

She does several sets before setting down the weights and standing back up to stretch. Then, as she towels off some sweat from her forehead, she moves the cloth from her eyes to see Takeda approaching with a fresh water bottle. He offers it to her with an open palm, saying, "Here, you look like you could use it."

There is little hesitation as she grabs it, opening it and downing it all in what seems like one swig. Takeda cooly leans up against a set of pull-up bars as he says, "I gotta say, Sheeva, I admire your form. Your workout form, that is. You by any chance looking for a partner? I mean like a spotter? I'd love to work up a sweat with you." He gives her a flirty smile as Ling and Frost both stop their respective workouts upon hearing him.

Sheeva cocks a brow as Cao starts to slowly back away; Takeda is his friend, but not even he could stop her if she were to react negatively to his words.

>Ignore him
>Laugh at the notion
>Insult him
>Simply say no
>See how far he's willing to take this
>Other

>>49014172
>>See how far he's willing to take this
I'll bite

The mice can be funny

>>49014172
>See how far he's willing to take this
String him along

>>49014172
>>See how far he's willing to take this

>>49014172
>See how far he's willing to take this
It'll be fun to pull the rug out from under him when he thinks he's got this

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>>49014213
>>49014251
>>49014260
>>49014320

Sheeva's brow slowly lowers as a smile creeps on her face. "Would you, now?" He doesn't back down and Sheeva finds herself a bit intrigued by the notion of him trying to work on her level. 'Perhaps this will serve as a bit of amusement before the night is through,' she thinks. She flexes a single arm in front of him and says, "Do you think you could possibly handle the might of a shokan's training?"

Takeda's grin turns a bit cocky as he tilts his head. "I think I could take it."

"Lesser men have been broken by less," she says. "Perhaps it would be best for you to stick with the children's weights."

"You're not afraid that I'll show you up or surprise you, are you?" he asks, maintaining his calm and cool stance. "I might just be what you least expect."

She chuckles at how foolishly bold he is attempting to be, but thus far she is still curious as to how far he's going to take this. She wonders if Cao put him up to his in some manner... or if he's just naturally attempting to become closer to her. In all this time she's been at this base, this is the first time he has approached her in the gym, though she has often noticed him staring. Then again, many often do; she's quite a sight. While she hasn't intentionally avoided others on the team, she rarely approaches them casually, so to have one of them finally attempt to is... refreshing, in a way. Perhaps she merely appreciates the attention.

It's curious, but in a way, his foolhardiness also reminds her a bit of Kaito from around the days of the older tournaments, back when they first met, before duty, responsibility and training tempered him into the leader he is today. It seems that Takeda takes after him in more than a few ways, no doubt due to the adoration the young Shirai Ryu has for the elementalist.

>Give him a light, sweaty workout
>Give him a medium, hard-to-breathe-afterwards workout
>Give him hard, hard-to-stand-up-afterwards workout
>Break him
>Other

>>49014172
>See how far he's willing to go with this
Dude could use a break, I mean it's going to wind up a no.
But eh.

>>49014491
>Break him

>>49014491
>>Give him hard, hard-to-stand-up-afterwards workout

>>49014491
>>Give him a light, sweaty workout
>>Give him a medium, hard-to-breathe-afterwards workout
>>Give him hard, hard-to-stand-up-afterwards workout
Let's start him off slow. 100 pounds seems like a nice low amount

>>49014491
>Give him hard, hard-to-stand-up-afterwards workout
Just trying to half a laugh no need to be mean. If he is still standing pat him on the back hard enough to knock him down.

>>49014491
>Medium/Heavy
Don't ruin the poor lad but maybe give him a hell of a hill to climb

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>>49014575
>>49014585
>>49014622
>>49014636

Sorry for the pause there, I had to take a call from the waifu.

I'll pause it here for the night and write Takeda's back-breaking workout as he desperately attempts to impress Sheeva in the morning, when we'll continue. Goodnight!

bump

>>49014491
Takeda, you don't intent to cheat with telekinesis, do you?

>>49019472
That's the only thing he's good for, he's probably laughing his ass off right now

>>49019965
Sheeva will NOT be amused

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>>49014575
>>49014585
>>49014622
>>49014636

Frost, Ling and Cao all silently watch as they pretend to continue their own workouts as Sheeva walks around towards the weightlifting section. Takeda follows, head held high and confident, as they near the squat rack. With one hand each, Sheeva picks up four weights and slides them onto the bar at both ends. She does have to admit, one thing the earthrealmers have truly advanced in that all shokan could benefit from is their study of fitness and the design of their equipment. Most shokan train by lifting rocks, an imprecise yet effective method, but there is something pleasing about the precise nature of how the humans have mastered the science of bodybuilding.

She sets such thoughts aside as Takeda moves to stand under the bar, reaching up to grab it with his hands as it rests on his shoulders. With a smile and a deep breath, he pushes it up and then squats down with the weight on his back. When he is done, he pushes up and returns to the standing position. "Not so bad," he smiles.

"One hundred reps is my minium," Sheeva says, still amused. "Then we move onto the next one."

Takeda's eyes bulge slightly as he hears the number, but grits his teeth and squats again. Sheeva keeps count as he pushes himself, sweat covering his body. When he reaches fifty, however, she walks away and picks up two lengths of chain. He watches as she walks over and hooks them around both sides of the bar. "What?!" he gasps.

"When I reach the halfway point, I add more weight," she explains. "What's the matter? Having second thoughts?"

His neck strains and he closes his eyes as he squats again. "Nope...!" He seems determined to keep going.

>Keep him going, see if he can break 100
>Lighten the weight
>Add more weight
>Taunt him
>Other

>>49020091
>Keep him going, see if he can break 100

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>>49020173

Sheeva casually drinks another watter bottle as Takeda pushes onwards. Nearby, Cao hangs by his legs around a metal bar, pausing in his hanging situps. "You know, if you want to kill him Sheeva, there are easier ways."

"I don't doubt that, Kahnzedah," she says, using the thief's new title. She may not hold him in very high regard, but she's nothing if not formal. She looks back down at Takeda struggling around the sixty-five mark. "Do you need to stop?"

"Ah... Nah!" he grunts. He pushes himself and reaches seventy, then seventy-five, eventually making it to eighty. He takes a moment to breathe, muttering something to himself. "Come on, come on, come on!" She's already exceeded his standard weight class, but still he continues, managing to make it to eighty-three and still going.

Sheeva watches him with some curiosity as he reaches ninety. On the opposite end of the gym, Ling and Frost have stopped their own workouts and are done for the evening, but stick around to watch what happens. The Shirai Ryu's face twists as he knocks out two more, then slows down, making it to ninety-three, before exploding upwards with three more. Now on the latter half of ninety, he pushes himself with each one, taking his time. Ninety-seven... Ninety-eight... Ninety-nine...

He hesitates on the very last one, taking a second to look up into her eyes, possibly re-affirming something to himself before he pushes down and back up, making it to one-hundred.

Sheeva is about to congratulate him when he suddenly squats and does one more, pushing back up to make one-oh-one. He then sets the bar back on the hooks and nearly collapses, though she reaches out with one hand to push on his chest and prop him up.

"I think that is enough for you," she says as she slips off the weights and chains with her other hands.

As he tries to stumble away, he says, "See? Told you... I could... take it..."

She slaps him once on the back, a light tap but enough to knock him down.

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>>49020352

>Hit the showers
>Pick him up and congratulate him
>Tell him that was only one small part of your routine, but he is done for now
>Offer him some kind of reward
>Other

>>49020366
>Other
Don't pick him up, that's not dignified.
But do congratulate him

>>49020352
>Pick him up and congratulate him
>Hit the showers

>>49020424
>>49020431

I know it's still pretty early in the day, but I'll need a tie breaker.

>>49020641
Oh fine, it shouldn't make such a big difference. I'll renounce >>49020424 my vote

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>>49020431
>>49020654
>>49020424

Reaching down with one hand, she grabs him by the collar and hoists him upwards back onto his feet, steadying him. "You met your goal. That is worthy of praise."

He looks up and manages a weak smile. "Yeah... Haha... So, how about it? Me being a workout partner, I mean?" He tries to compose himself, but can still barely stand.

'Still pushing it?' she thinks. "I think you have a ways to go." She lets go and grabs her towel as she walks towards the female showers.

As Cao steps up to help Takeda stand, the young ninja calls out, "That's not a no, right? Right, Sheeva?"

She doesn't reply as she enters and closes the door behind her. Several minutes later, after taking a quick but thorough cleansing, Sheeva leaves the gym through the side entrance and walks outside, letting the ocean breeze wash over her for a bit. She also notices that, further up the beach, she's not the only one finishing a workout, as Cassie Cage is running with Samantha Stryker. The younger Cage has taken an active hand in personally training her ever since her powers were revealed through Sheeva's (unwilling) attempts to destroy her.

The shokan pauses for a moment as she watches them running. She has kept her distance from Sam ever since, mostly out of pride, except for the time they were trapped in that strange realm. Outside of battle, however, she hasn't spoken to the youth. She observes them now as Cassie keeps pace with the slower runner, encouraging her and working her as they run up and down the beach. Sam pushes herself; her limits are nowhere near as high as the others on the team, but it is a welcome sight, she must admit, that the one she had always considered a weakling is at least dedicated to improving herself.

>Socialize
>Head to your room
>Seek out Kaito
>Go up to the roof
>Other

>>49020787
>Socialize
Might as well apologize

>>49020787
>Socialize
These weaklings ain't gonna become better without us

>>49021176
What for?

>>49020787
>>Socialize
Might as well get used to these runts.

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>>49021176
>>49021183
>>49021291

As they stop running and take a break, Sheeva decides to approach them. Though she considered the blonde girl to be a flashy nuisance and the brunette to be a weakling, the more reasonable part of her tells her that she should start branching out a bit. Cassie sees her coming first and tilts her sunglasses down as she looks at the shokan's attire. "Hey, Sheeva... What's up?" she asks as Sam turns and notices her. The policewoman swallows a sudden nervous lump as she looks up at her.

Sheeva, towering over them and with her towel around her shoulders, speaks. "I was just finishing some work of my own when I noticed yours." She looks at Sam specifically and says, "It is commendable that you are dedicated to bettering yourself. My understanding of your culture over the course of my class has shown me how easily you humans keep yourselves from dedicated work."

Cassie jumps in before Sam can reply. "Yeah! So, how are those pottery classes going, anyway?"

"They are good," she replies. She doesn't elaborate, leading to a slightly awkward silence.

The Cage girl coughs into her hand. "Right, so, anyway... Sheeva, you're the strongest on our team, I mean nobody can question that. I was wondering if you'd like to fight a few times, maybe make it a regular thing. I know we have the training room but... Well, all three of us were in robot-land and I'm not really too interested in fighting another one."

Sheeva folds her arms. "I trust you understand that when I do true battle, I rarely hold back."

Cassie smiles. "Perfect! I wouldn't want you to. I want the full experience of fighting a shokan, just like dear old dad, right?"

She looks now at Sam. "And you?"

"Uh... S-sure?"

Sheeva nods. "Very well, but at a later date. I must retire. Goodnight."

"It's a date, girlfriend!" Cassie calls out as she walks away, making Sheeva roll her eyes.

'Children...'

>Bed
>Kaito
>Roof
>Meditation
>Other

>>49021381
Don't forget the secret hidden option
>masturbate

>>49021381
>>Meditation
I always tagged Sheeva as the type to do this a lot.

>>49021381
>Meditation
Sheeva needs some rest from all this human nonsense.

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>>49021479
>>49021501

Sheeva retires to her room. It is now fully night upon the island, and most of the team is already asleep. Sheeva sets her things aside and strips, stretching in the center of her room, going through a bit of a nightly ritual of flexing various muscles before sitting down and closing her eyes to think. She has dealt with quite a few things on this day, namely human issues, from the class to the poachers to Fireseed to the other members of the team, and she finds herself somewhat weary of these matters. Sheeva abhors lying in all forms, especially to herself, and it would be lying if she said she was not missing home and the simpler life of the shokan.

She has nothing but respect for Duroc, his son Rokuro, and the princess Jagara. They are her family, even if she is only related to most of them through being a cousin. As she meditates, she allows herself a bit of rare introspection brought about by this latest change in her life, living with the New Defenders and attempting to get along with them, to share their values and lifestyle. She has the blessing of King Duroc as his appointed champion and the admiration of the shokan people, but what was the cost? Most of her family, apart from her mother, remained loyal to Gorbak and fought for him in the war. Prior to becoming champion, she had many suitors competing for her affection as well. But since earning her title, they have ceased. At first she was rather relieved that her title had dissuaded male shokan suitors, but as time has gone on, she admits to herself that she misses part of that attention. Men competing with each other and against her was a form of flattery, even if she always defeated them. It made her feel desired and desirable.

Is this, then, the root of her recent unease? Without other shokan around her, separated from her culture, the lack of a companion to spend time with is frightfully apparent to her. Someone to speak with, to share closer moments with, to love...

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>>49021611

It is true that she rarely considered any male attention before her rise, for she had always adhered to the old way---that any man who wished to claim her must defeat her in battle beforehand, and she always came out on top, unsatisfied and alone. Being the strongest has kept her from finding a companion, and now her new title is keeping anyone from stepping forth to challenge her. Perhaps they fear earning the ire of King Duroc, or they do not believe they could defeat his appointed champion. And now she is no longer in Kuatan, where the custom is tradition. Now she is amongst others, who hold different traditions of courtship. Whatever the reason, Sheeva finds herself lonely, heightened by her separation from home and family.

>Sleep
>Try to think of other things
>Contemplate the lack of a companion
>Decide that you do not need anyone else
>Seek personal relief in other ways
>Other

>>49021641
>Try and think of other things
Like how our pottery class is going but go back to
>Contemplate the lack of a companion

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>>49021926

Sheeva finds this train of thought to be unpleasant, and tries to distract herself with other things, such as her pottery class. But even that eventually leads her back to thinking about her present situation and the fact that she is no longer surrounded by other shokan. She could always return to her home, or leave the team, but it would not feel quite right to her to do so. Perhaps she should put in for what the military personnel of the team refer to as "leave" to return to her home for a short period of time, but surely she can live without them for a time. Sheeva does not see herself as some young child who cannot be away from home for extended periods of time; like many things, this is a result of her pride, and her pride is too great to allow her to give up so easily on trying to be a member of this team. The more she spends time with her own people, the less she does here.

But still, she thinks about her lack of a true companion. During the reigns of Shao Kahn and King Gorbak, it was not unheard of for a shokan to take a member of another race, perhaps an outworlder or an edenian, as a concubine. But Duroc saw Rokuro's mother as more than just a slave; he loved her. It is that very same compassion that is driving small changes in shokan society, including the acceptance of half-breeds. Sheeva is still not certain if she agrees with the notion. She is proud of her royal draco lineage and always felt that do breed outside of it would be akin to polluting it. But is it so?

>>49021641
>>Try to think of other things
>>Contemplate the lack of a companion

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>>49022168

She can't deny that, for a time, she considered taking a mate in Kaito. The human had beaten her once in battle, though circumstances were quite different at the time. She herself was exhausted and not at her peak, but his power was greater than hers at the time, and may still be so today. She begrudgingly agreed to be his traveling companion and soon found herself fighting against Shao Kahn, supporting the Defenders of the Realm and going on to fight for Duroc's claim to the throne. When Kaito returned after slumbering for twenty years, she was actually very elated to see him, glad for her old friend to once more be amongst the living.

But he had chosen another path: Mileena. Sheeva respected him far too much to challenge her for him, though she had considered it, and she still had reservations about seeking a non-shokan as a mate. It cannot be wrong to seek a strong mate, she reasons. But need that strong mate come solely from the shokan?

>Put aside these thoughts for now. You will maintain strength in self, and not worry about a companion. In the future, perhaps, but not now.
>Consider opening yourself up more to the others, and lessening your high standards. Try to be more approachable.
>Seriously contemplate returning home to your people for a time to reconnect back with the shokan, and spending less time with the New Defenders.
>Set aside your older reservations about dating outside your species; you have needs and there are others would could fulfil them if you gave them a try.
>Firmly maintain your traditional stance on your bloodline and the shokan blood running through your veins; do not pollute it.
>Other (write-in)

I hope it's not still too early in the day

>>49022189
>Set aside your older reservations about dating outside your species; you have needs and there are others would could fulfil them if you gave them a try.

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I wouldn't mind a bit of discussion or further votes to reinforce the point. This is the last bit of heavy introspection I have planned---we'll get back to punching/suplexing things right afterwards.

>>49022189
>Put aside these thoughts for now. You will maintain strength in self, and not worry about a companion. In the future, perhaps, but not now.

>>49022189
>Consider opening yourself up more to the others, and lessening your high standards. Try to be more approachable.
Maybe we'll find a companion, but we should try to be friends first

>>49022189

>Put aside these thoughts for now. You will maintain strength in self, and not worry about a companion. In the future, perhaps, but not now.

Stay true to yourself, and don't get desperate.

>>49022189
>>Set aside your older reservations about dating outside your species; you have needs and there are others would could fulfil them if you gave them a try.

>>49022189

? Put aside the thoughts.

But maybe

>Opening up

would do some good.

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>>49022265
>>49022357
>>49022363
>>49022438
>>49022628

Well, that's two for two, and one for one, but >>49022357, >>49022363 and >>49022438 fall under the same half of the spectrum, making it three to two leaning on Sheeva not looking for a companion at this time.

>>49022693

And that makes it four, so I guess that's enough for now. Writing the next part now.

I think if Sheeva finds someone who she's interested in, if it happens it happens. She doesn't have to go on a dick worshipping crusade

>>49022800
My nigga.

I know that "strong independent woman" is a joke meme these days, but Sheeva is actually one.

>>49022800

Yeah that's the Kung quest.

>>49022800
Makes sense. Me I'm just not interested in anymore relationship crap.

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After a moment, Sheeva takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. These thoughts are too complex for her to immediately decide what to do in the span of a single evening, and so she sets them aside for now, focusing on maintaining strength in herself. She is strong, proud and self-assured; she can continue to be so for the time being. Perhaps, given what she has been through recently, it would not hurt to attempt to open up more to others on the team, or at least appear to be more approachable. But for now, she will not seek a companion. Friends would be a better thing to find before, and she must work harder to make herself more open to working with them.

If something more comes from that... Well, she will see. But she will not allow her loneliness to rule her; she will rule herself.

She climbs into her bed, the largest one on base, and wraps herself in the comfortable sheets she brought with her from Kuatan, eventually closing her eyes and drifing off to sleep.

It is nearly five in the morning when the alarm goes off. Sheeva shoots out of bed as a red light flashes with a ringing sound. She looks up at it with wide eyes, remembering well what she was briefed on in regards to it. The New Defenders are deploying for a mission.

She leaps out of bed and quickly dresses, donning her champion's battle armor. For a shokan, armor is little more than ceremonial, but important. She takes black facepaint and quickly spreads it across her eyes before pulling her hair back and tying it down. She rises and slides on her gauntlets and spiked shoulder pads along with some other pieces of armor before leaving her room. The others are similarly getting ready, running and shouting to the assembly area.

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>>49023018

Sheeva and the others head into the briefing room, where Kaito, Johnny and Sonya await. Behind them is a large screen, displaying red circles on a map. Once everyone is inside, Kaito looks at them and begins. "Little over twenty minutes ago, we picked up energy fluctuations in New York City. Portals opening there. Ever since the invasion, it’s been a hot spot of inter-realm activity, but it was always randomized; errant portal storms and what have you. It’s what’s kept the city from being rebuilt, but this is different, it’s deliberate. Initial recon hasn’t shown us anything, because some kind of strange fog is now covering the area. We suspect a sorcerer may be involved, but we can’t be sure. We’re being sent in to investigate.”

>Ask questions
>Allow others to speak
>Remain silent
>Head for the Dragon Jets
>Other

>>49023033
>>Allow others to speak

>>49023033
>Allow others to speak

>>49023033
>>Allow others to speak
Then
>Ask questions
How big is the fog and is it moving or getting bigger?

>>49023033

> Allow others

> Ask

What sorcerers do we know powerful enough to pull something like this?

>>49023180
>Everyone turns to Shang Tsung who is sitting in the back
>"What? Don't look at me like that, I haven't left this island in nearly a decade."

>>49023217
>Shang shrugs
>"Hey I'd like to claim credit for this one but I've been here."

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>>49023072
>>49023155
>>49023163
>>49023180

Sheeva looks over at Cassie as she steps up to ask, "Do we have thermal imaging? Any other way to get an idea of the number of potential hostiles?"

General Cage answers her question. "We tried that, but the fog is warm. It's obscuring any attempts at infrared visualization."

Jacqui looks at the map. "Is the fog spreading?"

"No, but that might change," Kaito says. "Where it's concentrated, however, gives us concern. Times Square."

Kung Jin comes to the conclusion immediately. "That's where Shao Kahn's citadel appeared during the invasion, where the most destruction occurred. We don't think it might have something to do with Shao Kahn returning, do we?"

A few eyes stray over to Cao, who holds up his hands. "Hey, don't look at me, I tore the guy's soul in half. I don't think he's coming back."

"Perhaps it's some kind of Netherrealm attack," Fox suggests. Vapor and Tundra exchange worried looks as Frost cups her chin and thinks.

Now Sheeva speaks. "What sorcerers do we know who can create such portals? Quan Chi, Havik? Shang Tsung?"

"I think we can rule him out," Ling says with a smirk. "It's past his bed time."

Kaito puts his hands on the table in front of him. "We can speculate for hours on end, but this kind of thing is exactly why we're here. We're going to take the dragon jets into the city in two teams; I'll lead one team that will approach from the north. Fireseed, you're leading the second team coming from the south. If we push something your way, take it out, but otherwise you're ranged support and backup." He looks at Sheeva specifically and adds, "Sheeva, I want you with Fireseed."

She knows this is due to their earlier fight, and he wants to see how they react.

>Accept his orders
>Protest, be on the main attack team
>Stay silent
>Switch places with someone else
>Other

>>49023421
>>Accept his orders
Salute, orders

honor

pride
etc

>>49023421
>>Accept his orders

>>49023421

> Accept

>>49023421
>Accept his orders
Maybe we both were at fault.
Him mostly tough!

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>>49023450
>>49023511
>>49023542
>>49023548

Sheeva nods and accepts his orders. With the information out of the way and everyone debriefed, they head towards the hanger bay where the technicians are prepping the jets. The pilots climb into the cockpits as the two teams split off into two groups. Sheeva's squad consists of Fireseed, Kung Jin, Kung Ling, Frost, Sam and Cassie. After climbing into the main bay of the jet and strapping into a seat, the hanger is cleared as the jets vertically take off and blast into the sky.

Everyone is silent and holding on tightly as the jets part and use their internal portal generators to create individual vortexes that they fly through, transporting to Earthrealm. Their jet approaches New York from the south, setting course towards the center of the blasted city. Ever since the invasion, it has been defended by a massive wall, built to keep people out as much as it is to keep the things inside from leaving. It is manned constantly by the US military, but now the jet flies over the wall and lands on a wide street.

Everyone immedaitely disembarks as the jet's pilot switches the vehicle into a passive mode. It will remain here for evac and anything else the team may need.

Fireseed takes point as they look around at the foggy streets. New York City is a ruined ghost town, but with this fog it truly now takes on an otherworldly tone. Everyone has their weapons or fists at the ready as they follow him north, past wrecked cars and buldings.

Sheeva has not been here since the great battle twenty years ago, when the citadel was destroyed and the invasion halted. Not much has changed, apart from the nature growing wild and having overtaken much of the wreckage, with large collections of vines, ferns and other plants growing on the walls and streets.

>Follow silently
>Explore a bit outwards but maintain a forward pace
>Jump up onto a roof for a vantage point
>Speak with Fireseed
>Other

>>49023736

> Follow Silently

We all business now.

>>49023736
>>Follow silently

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>>49023787
>>49023836

As Sheeva follows along silently, they get word that the other team's jet as touched down and they are on the streets, heading south. The further north Sheeva's group travels, the thicker the fog seems to grow. There is no wind nor any other sounds, adding to the ghostly like feeling that has taken the streets.

Kung Jin has his eyes peeled, his bow out and at the ready. "I don't like the look of this," he says.

Cassie, walking alongside him, says, "No, no, no, it's, 'I have a baaad feeling about this.' That's how you do it."

"Come on, Cage, right now?" he rolls his eyes.

"Quiet," Fireseed orders them as he comes to a stop. He crouches down, his eyes scanning across the thick fog. They all pause when they hear noises coming from up ahead, strange calls like animal grunts and other odd things. They all slowly begin to move closer, now much more cautiously.

Suddenly, across their communicators, they hear, "CONTACT!" as the other team is attacked. Almost immediately, shapes in the fog up ahead begin to form, humanoid in nature. They all look on as the figures, running at a springing speed, howl and charge at them, leaping over debris and wreckage as they come.

"Oni!" Jin shouts, firing an arrow into one's chest. The monstrous figures goes down, twitching on the ground, but three more take its place.

"Fire at will!" Fireseed commands, and they all move to attack!

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>49024036

Shokan Missile

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>49024036
Rip and tear

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>49024036
Fireball

He said fire, right?

>>49024036
Fireball them

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>49024129

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>>49024062

Seeing the oncoming horde of enemies, Sheeva smiles and charges forward herself, knocking an old vehicle out of the way. A group of four of them see her and rush towards her, but she meets their charge with a flying missle-tackle. She barrels through them, knocking them all down and crushing one of them with her knees as she thrusts herself forward. Like bowling pins, they all fall before she gets back up.

>>49024096

One of the beasts leaps upon her leg, opening its trapjaw-like mouth inhumanly wide before slamming it down on her leg. She shouts and tries to shake him off while the rest of her squad engages the oncoming horde.

>>49024124

After kicking him off into another group, Sheeva's hands turn fiery red and she throws a massive fireball at them. It utterly destroys two of them as it flies by before exploding in the main group, sending several of them flying up into the air, burning as they land. The remainder scatter from the explosion, giving her squad a chance to advance and finish off a few of them.

>>49024129
>>49024146

She looks up the street and sees more of them coming. She quickly throws another fireball, but with only one hand, taking out the lead oni. The remainder continue to charge ahead.

"Wave two, incoming!" Cassie says as she shoots one in the skull.

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>49024219
Break some of these fools legs

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>49024219
Grab one of the oni and use him as a flail, unless Sam is within reach

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>49024219

Shoryuken?

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>49024219
stomp into the crowd

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>>49024269

She grabs ahold of one of the oni and snaps its leg in half before tossing him away. As she does this, she reaches behind her and grabs onto another one by the arm, pulling him to the front where she holds it up. The oni snaps its mouth at her viciously but she gives a look of disgust as she tears off its arms and drops it to the ground. Planting a foot on its chest, she grabs his legs and then tears them off as well, now holding a limb in each hand.

>>49024317
>>49024319

Wielding the four limbs like clubs, Sheeva begins to bash and beat her way through the horde, fighting off the oni as she spins and stomps. When one nears her, she turns and brings two of the limb-clubs up and smashes its chin as she leaps upwards.

>>49024358

Discarding all four clubs, Sheeva sees another group of the oni and leaps up into the air, intent on stomping them, but she doesn't come back down! A flying oni, with large leathery wings, swoops down and grabs her from behind, carrying her off and away from the squad. She struggles as the monster claws at her back and bites her shoulder!

>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>49024490

>Rip it's wings offf with two arms while aerial fireballing?

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>49024490
pin its wings against its body and suplex the son of a bitch.

>>49024514

Well. SIlver Lining; It's not a 1.

We're maybe not totally dead.

>>49024490
Grab the head and snap it's neck

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>49024616
>>49024490
Maybe one day I'll remember

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>49024490
dug deep into your dragon blood and spontaneously grow wings.

>>49024643
>Sheeva will just grunt frustrated to anyone who asks why she stopped in the middle of the fight, flexing her back and growling for minutes

>>49024643

I'm really sad this didn't Nat100.

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>>49024514
>>49024577

Before she can grapple it, perhaps pin it or tear off its wings, the oni lets go of her. Sheeva falls and lands atop an old bus, falling through the roof and inside of it. A moment later, she gets up and tears her way out, looking up and down the street. Her squad is nearby; she can hear their gunfire. She prepares to jump back to them.

>>49024638

Just then, the oni returns! It swoops down upon her and knocks her to the ground, snapping its jaws in her face. Sheeva shouts as she reaches up and gets two hands around its neck before giving it a sharp, snapping twist. The monster dies instantly and falls over.

Sheeva gets up, preparing to do as she did before, only now she hears something else: the buzzing of flies. A terrible stench reaches her nostils and she turns to behold her new opponent, one she has seen before.

"Drahmin..." she mutters. "I should have known you would be involved in this, with your stinking vermin species here in the streets."

The oni warrior stands in the center of the street, staring at her from beneath his bright green mask. The dark eyes of the oni say nothing, and neither does he, as he slowly approaches her. His skinless form, host to dozens of flies that buzz about his person, walks across the broken glass of a nearby window as his right arm, contained within a massive iron club, slowly rises upwards.

"Prepare to die, Sheeva," he breathes. "But do not worry, death is only the beginning. My master will be most pleased when I bring him your corpse!"

He charges at her and leaps up into the air, ready to bring the club down upon her head!

>Current Meter: 1
>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>49024734

> Shokan Missile
Enhanced please?

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>49024734
Grapple and try to get that club arm stuck somewhere.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>49024734
command grab, into the pummel.

beat the shit out of him

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>49024734
Show this guy the true strength of the shokan! SWING THE BUS INTO HIM.

I'm done rolling now. a 2 then a 27? GG.

>>49024804
Don't worry, that's just a build up to the 100, in the critical moment!

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>>49024759

Sheeva immediately charges at the oni, leaping at him and attempting to tackle him down. But before her eyes he vanishes in a burst of flame, appearing behind her! He grabs her leg as she flies through where he was, yanking back on her and stopping her mid-air.

>>49024775

As she turns around, he swings the club down onto her. She brings up all four arms and blocks it, but is amazed to learn that his strength nearly rivals her own! She pushes up with all of her limbs, but he matches her strength.

His eyes burn brightly behind his mask, flames emerging from the dark eye holes. "You have no idea the depths of my new power! I have been reborn in glorious fire!"

"Then show me!"

>>49024793

She shouts as she thrusts the club to the side before grabbing him with her lower arms. Much like she did when she fought with Fireseed yesterday, she uses her upper arms to slam herself back up to her feet before pummeling Drahmin. She smashes her fists against his face, but finds his mask to be unable to be removed, as though it is fused to his skin.

Turning, she tosses him into a department store through a cracked window.

>>49024794

She walks towards the remaining half of the bus that she tore up earlier and grabs onto it, lifting it upwards. As Drahmin leaps from the store, she hurls it at him, smashing him with it! The bus crashes against the front of the building, caving in the entranceway.

Sheeva dusts off her four hands before walking away. She stops when a burst of flames appears in front of her, Drahmin teleporting out of the crushed spot. He raises his club again and swings it at her head!

'Where did this new power come from?' she thinks as she blocks the attack. "Who commands you now, brute? Who summoned us to this city?"

"DIE!" is all he replies with, attacking her again and again with the club.

Current Meter: 1
>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>49024966
Push his club aside and put him in a Dragon Sleeper hold(get it?).

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>49024966
grab him and smash him into the terrain a couple times

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>49024966
Sheeva jump and stomp

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>>49025014
>>49025019

Sheeva attempts to block his club again, but he breaks through her defense and smashes her across the face. He then does it again, this time with an upward swing that knocks her onto her back.

Drahmin advances towards her as he holds up his club. "It's ended, Sheeva!"

>>49025027

As he smashes the club downwards, all he hits is concrete. Sheeva had rolled back and is now on her feet again, whereupon she bends her legs and launches up into the sky before landing on the surprised oni and stomping him into the ground. She stands atop him as she prepares to grab him to deliver another pounding.

Just then, however, a fiery and sparking blast hits her in the back, making her stumble off of Drahmin. She turns around to behold the resurrected Baraka advancing up the street with a host of tarkatan warriors. "Baraka!" she shouts as she grits her teeth in fury. "You should have stayed dead!"

"It didn't suit me," he growls. Drahmin gets up to his feet and stands alongside him.

"So, the oni and the tarkatan dogs are in this together, are they?" Sheeva says.

"And more," Baraka chuckles. "There is more going on here than you can know, pitiful Sheeva!"

"And now you will die!" Drahmin declares.

As they both charge at her, with the remaining tarkatans lingering behind, suddenly a lithe warrior jumps in front of Sheeva: Kung Ling. She aims her qiang at them and extends it, piercing Drahmin's chest. She then uses it like a lever to knock him into Baraka.

"Sorry," she says to Sheeva as she returns the spear to its normal size, "but you looked a bit outnumbered."

"That's why we're here!" Kung Jin says, running up and shooting at one of the tarkatans, hitting him in the forehead with an arrow.

Sheeva cracks her knuckles. She wasn't afraid to face these foes alone, but assistance from the Kung Cousins is appreciated.

>Current Meter: 2
>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>49025258
Enough with the damn surprises. Walk up to baraka grab both of his arms and proceed to rip the blade out from its place in the right arm. We are stronger than baraka and always will be.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>49025258
Let the Kung family deal with the chaff while we disarm Baraka.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>49025258

Jump on the Oni again.

GROUND AND POUND UNTIL HIS FACE IS MUSH.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>49025258
He wants to play with fire, show Baraka fire.

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>>49025307

As Baraka pushes Drahmin off of him, Sheeva charges past Kung Ling and up to him. He sees her coming and shoots out his arm-blades, demonic and spiked mutations of the tarkatan form and meets her charge.

Sheeva grabs the arm-blades and holds onto them tightly, planning on snapping them off, but when she does they begin to glow hot like burning coals. She recoils from the sudden heat as his blades burst into flame before he slices the air in front of him, ceating a burning cross that flies towards her and knocks her down. She realizes this is no ordinary flame, but hellfire he now wields!

Baraka laughs as he holds his burning blades up high, intending to impale her upon them.

>>49025317

Sheeva plants her hands on the ground and brings up her feet, kicking him away. Baraka flies back into the half of the bus that she didn't throw earlier, crushing it slightly.

Back on her feet once more, she looks at Drahmin as he battles Kung Ling, smashing his club against her spear. The daughter of Lao ducks under his swing and plants the head of her weapon into the ground, pulls back on the shaft and lets go, allowing it to spring into his masked face. He stumbles backwards, holding his mask in pain.

>>49025328

Sheeva then leaps up and lans on him, adding an extra second jump for good measure. Drahmin then vanishes in flames, teleporting away to safety.

>>49025343

A growl draws her attention to nearby, where Baraka tears his way out of the bus. He pushes aside one of his tarkatan grunts as Kung Jin throws his chakram at him, but he deflects it aside with his arm-blade. He stomps across the street towards Sheeva as he shouts and tries to stab her again.

>Current Meter: 3
>1d100 and an action!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>49025565
Xray time. Throw back to mk vs dc and just start pummeling the ever loving shit out of this guy into the bus. Dont stop till he is mush.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>49025565
X-ray

Rip off an arm and stab him with it.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>49025565

Let's burn that meter.

Shokan Missile into some repeated chokeslams.

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>>49025615
>>49025620
>>49025649

Sheeva dodges his attack and manages to grab him by the arm, but he wrestles it out of her grip, slicing her lower left as he does. She grimaces but then grabs his other arm, punching the elbow so as to snap it inwards. He howls in pain as she aims his own arm-blade at his stomach, then hammers her fist onto the back of his arm to make him impale himself. Baraka's blade enters his lower stomach and comes out the other side.

She kicks him away as he retracts the arm-blade, bleeding profusely from the hole in his chest. He crawls backwards as the tarkatans retreat into the thick, humid fog.

Sheeva is about to overtake him when she hears a deep, rumbling laugh from a nearby rooftop. It not only gives her pause, but both Kungs as well. They all turn their gaze upwards, where the silhouette of a man can be seen. But not just any man, a four-armed monstrous man... named Goro.

He leaps from the roof and lands in the street, cracking it beneath him. A car near him bounces up slightly as he lands, and windows shatter. Goro rises to his full height, taller than he was prior to his resurrection, as he walks forward. "You have done well for yourself, cousin," he greets her. She watches him with wide eyes as he emerges from the fog, his eyes pale and alien to her memories of him. "But you have chosen the wrong side in this fight, just as you did before."

"Goro..." she mutters. Both Kung Ling and Kung Jin leap to her side, pointing their weapons at him.

"You're not going to get away this time!" Kung Ling shouts at him.

Goro tilts his head. "Do I know you?"

"We fought at the siege of Z'unkahrah!" she reminds him.

He shrugs his massive shoulders. "I don't remember it."

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>>49026010

Ling grits her teeth, fuming at him. Suddenly, they get word from Fireseed over their communicators. "Regroup! Kaito's team needs assistance!"

Goro folds his arms. "Do you mean to run away, like cowards?"

"Nobody's running!" Ling insists. "Come on, we three can take him!"

Jin looks a bit nervous. He's uncertain; part of him wants to regroup, while part of him wishes to remain to face Goro. Sheeva's eyes dart down to her communicator, where Fireseed again calls for them to retreat and rejoin the main group.

"There might be something more going on," Jin says as Baraka, behind Goro, crawls away. "We should regroup!"

"We can fight him!" Ling insists. "Come on!"

The dragon-mutated shokan gives another rumbling laugh. "Where is your pride, fools? Your honor?"

Sheeva's blood boils as this perversion of the shokan form that was once her cousin mocks them. Kaito's words echo in her mind, about choosing her battles and letting her opponents goad her into fighting, but her pride cannot allow her to run away from him... can it?

>Grab the others and regroup with the squad
>Face Goro with Ling; send Jin back
>Send them both away while you face Goro
>Fight against Goro with the two of them
>Other

>>49026027
>>Grab the others and regroup with the squad
Send them off with the most earth shattering stomp available.

>>49026027

> Send them both away.

This is our fmaily shame and we must deal with it.

>>49026027
>>Send them both away while you face Goro

>>49026027
>Grab the others and regroup with the squad
He's been juicing. No Honour in that.

>>49026058
That's a poor excuse considering both of the Kungs have business with Goro as well
>>49026060
This is exactly what kaito was talking about when he told us not to get baited.

>>49026111
Some things are worth fighting for

>>49026111

I'm doing this in character as opposed to what I think is right.

>>49026027
>Grab the others and regroup with the squad
Of the 36 stratagems, retreat is the best. There is something more going on.

>>49026027
>>Grab the others and regroup with the squad
For once, let's take Kaito's advice.
and prove Fireseed we can think ahead.

>>49026027
>"Where is your pride, fools? Your honor?"
Shokan cheating on championship title have no right to speak of honor!

>>49026229
Where was it when he betrayed Duroc

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>>49026054
>>49026100
>>49026155
>>49026158

Sheeva stares into the laughing Goro's eyes for a moment. It pains her to say it, she doesn't want to more than anything, but for once she decides to follow Kaito's advice and not ignore Fireseed's orders. "We regroup with the others!" she declares.

Jin nods. "Right!" He begins to back up, but Ling refuses.

"What?! We can take him! Come on, let's---HEY! Put me down!"

Sheeva, having bent over and picked up the girl and thrown her over a shoulder, turns and runs with Jin. Ling kicks her legs and slams her hands against her back, but she ignores the girl's fit as she carries her away. As they do, they can hear Goro's laughter from afar, echoing through the fog at their backs. Sheeva curses her choice, knowing that he yet lives, but her better judgment prevails and she knows she must support the team.

They make it to the others, where Ling demands to be put down. They stand amongst an intersection of roads that has seen much battle, with dead oni and tarkatans lying about. Fireseed walks up and is about to speak when Ling interrupts him. "We could have taken him down!" she says. "Instead we ran away! From Goro!"

But before Sheeva can respond by calling her an impetulent child, Fireseed steps in. "Enough! We're heading north. Kaito's team is in trouble, they're fighting more foes than we are. I think this was planned."

"They knew we'd be coming," Frost agrees. She looks at Cassie, who is reloading.

"Well, I just hope they're not pulling that same damn trick they did in Outworld and keeping us here while they attack somewhere else," she mutters.

Fireseed takes point again. "Let's move!" The team follows after, though Ling continues to shoot Sheeva a nasty look.

>1d100 to reach the other team!

>>49026255
Probably thrown into the chasm with his brother

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>49026413

>>49026435

probably not going to beat this so no rolling.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>49026413
HERE I GO!

>>49026561

I know who you are and I hate you even more now.

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>>49026561

>>49026575
I never cared much for your opinion anyway.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>49026413
I'll save us!

>>49026625

FUCK YOU.