Magical Sailor Fuku

Just outside the gates are the steads owned by the farmers of the village. A meandering country lane winds it's way along to the north, toward a sparsely forested area. Small homes dot the roads, the large fields and barns behind them. Some ways north, a column of smoke is visible.

Appearing on the scene is a tall, dark-skinned human dressed almost entirely in white. His bare feet carry him along the dirt road at impressive speed, leaving dust in his wake. His face is one of equal worry and determination. His goal is the large column of smoke further north, and his intentions are noble; save the people there from whatever perils are surely facing them...

...this man has a name. His name... is Bruce Chen!!

"The waiting is not to be done for much time... I will do the helping!!!"

His cryptic words are heard by the villagers near him as he rushes straight past them and into the very MAW of danger.

*sighs and TRANSLATES the words*

He's here to help people.

Now Brucie... do you know how to STOP a fire?

Well he might not be the fire brigade, but he can probably do something about the orcs raiding the homestead. She musta forgot to mention them. There are a dozen or so that you can see.

Bruce storms up to the house, completely unintimidated by the rather large orcish fellows, althought he probably should be. He yells at the top of his lungs...

"Please, things that are strong! Perform the desist!"

*Draws his short sword*

Bruce do you know what your doing

*Isn't going to go away from his human sheild.

Bruce looks absolutely flabbergasted at his young new friend, and quickly turns to him.

"Friend who is Kraus! Drawing a weapon is something you must not do! We must do the talking before we are doing the fighting!"

Dude, you can barely order a sandwhich!

Hey Orcs! Look you've got what you want, just let the people go ok?

The orcs blink at the two humans...they talk amongst themselves possibly trying to decide which of the two humans is dumber, before one hurls a throwing axe at Bruce's face, two more rushing him with their heavy war axes.

"...Dude? What is being a 'dude'?... Ha-cha?!"

Bruce turns to see the axe just in time, and bends over backwards to dodge it. He trips over Kraus as he does, but tumbles over and lands on his feet. He takes a few steps forward to resume protecting his diminuitive friend.

"Take your feet and go, Kraus... I must do the fighting, and it is bad."

Bruce takes his fighting stance. His chest and eyes are directly facing the oncoming attackers, his legs are relaxed and spread apart, and his arms, also relaxed, are outstretched in front of him, his left a bit further from his right. His hands are not balled into fists, but rather calm, and open-palm. He seems rather at ease.

Man Bruce, If I leave you, I'm gonna get taken anyway!

Must you get involved before thinking?!?

The orcs seem a little bit less then concerned with Kraus, and more focused on the obvious threat of Bruce. The two rushing in seem at least somewhat coordinated, as one swings high and the other low.

Bruce ducks and steps forward quickly, dodging the high blow of the first attacker and striking the other orc in mid-swing. His open palm lands hard against his stomach. He withdraws his hand and follows up with a swift knee to the same point on his stomach, while at nearly the same time, Bruce delivers a pair of upward thrusts to the large fellow's chin, sending him backwards.

Before his opponent can act, Bruce finishes with a sweeping kick, taking the first orc off his feet. Taking a few steps back, Bruce resumes his normal stance, staring down at the orc whom he had just tripped up.

"Please do the leaving. I am not having the desire to do the hurting."

*Tries to sneak up on to an orc since he's been marginalized and slit his throat quickly*

God, why can't they just freakin LEAVE?

And Bruce what the HELL was that?!

With a loud gasp, Bruce lunges for Kraus as he attempts a coup de grace against the fallen orc. He grabs his sword arm tight and pulls him back. He sounds very distressed.

"No! The stealing is wrong, Kraus! The life does not belong to you!"