06-28-2010, 01:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2010, 01:43 PM by Crimson Fox.)
Monica quickly dropped down from the rooftops, the medical ninja looking at her teammates wounds and frowning. "Oh, hold on guys. One super duper fast healing coming up." She quickly disinfected Ryo's and Minami's wounds before bandaging them up. "We need to be careful. The Bloodelves Gang is still hot on our trail. Jedrek's trying to eliminate them one at a time, but he needs help." The Renamon then gasped as she heard another voice nearby.
"Hey, ninjas! Come out and play!" The gruff, violent voice echoed from the alleyways. A group of elves, dressed in punk attire spread out, eager to take down the ninjas who had foiled their bank robbery. Despite their mohawks, scrubby clothing, and fierce eyes, they still had the pointy ears and swiftness of their ancestors. The largest of the elven gang, Reznor, a towering punk with a spiky blue mohawk waved around a large claymore and shouted out, "Ninjas! Come out and play!"
As the group of street thugs swept through the area, a shadowy figure followed Reznor. The winged visage tailed the huge elf before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Nin...what?" Reznor turned around before gasping as a large, black scaled fist smashed across his face. "Ahh...hell!" He stumbled back for a moment, looking around unable to find his attacker. "Come out and face me!"
Jedrek smirked as he made his way behind the punk and prepared his shuriken. "As you wish!" The shadow dragon smirked as he saw the elf fall the ground, his life of crime cut short. He then heard more punks coming his way, alerted by their leader's death. (Damn. These guys are weak, but there are a lot of them.) He quickly jumped back into the shadows and tried to regroup with his allies.
"Hey, ninjas! Come out and play!" The gruff, violent voice echoed from the alleyways. A group of elves, dressed in punk attire spread out, eager to take down the ninjas who had foiled their bank robbery. Despite their mohawks, scrubby clothing, and fierce eyes, they still had the pointy ears and swiftness of their ancestors. The largest of the elven gang, Reznor, a towering punk with a spiky blue mohawk waved around a large claymore and shouted out, "Ninjas! Come out and play!"
As the group of street thugs swept through the area, a shadowy figure followed Reznor. The winged visage tailed the huge elf before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Nin...what?" Reznor turned around before gasping as a large, black scaled fist smashed across his face. "Ahh...hell!" He stumbled back for a moment, looking around unable to find his attacker. "Come out and face me!"
Jedrek smirked as he made his way behind the punk and prepared his shuriken. "As you wish!" The shadow dragon smirked as he saw the elf fall the ground, his life of crime cut short. He then heard more punks coming his way, alerted by their leader's death. (Damn. These guys are weak, but there are a lot of them.) He quickly jumped back into the shadows and tried to regroup with his allies.
