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[Balmon]

Name: Kwung Yei Sung
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Group: Miyotji Ninjas
Rank in Group: Loyal friend and right-hand man to Sorashima
Fighting Style: Shaolin Hung Ga

Weapons:
Bare-handed ? The oldest art of fighting in China, Hung Ga revolves around five animals; the tiger, crane, leopard, snake, and dragon. Each animal has its on characteristics, based upon its qualities and importance to the human body.
Bo ? ?Unlabored Flawlessness?* - The most famous Bo of Asian history, a weapon so imbued with essence it can shatter weapons of metal. Passed down along Sung?s mother?s family line, it was given to him when she passed away.

Abilities:
Ki projection ? Being so in touch with the unceasing energy of the universe, known as ?Ki?, Sung has mastered the ability to increase the output of his Ki, basically creating an additional shell around him which increases his resistance to physical and mental attacks, as well as extending his range and power. He can effectively attack someone who is seemingly beyond his reach.
Animal Adaptation ? More innately attached to his fighting style, whichever animal he adopts, he benefits from the strengths of that particular being.
Tiger = Power, Strength and courage
Crane = Agility and watchfulness
Leopard = Speed
Dragon = Spiritual control and skill
Snake = Internal strength and power
Animal Summon - When required, can summon those same creatures to battle along his side - the more he summons, the more Ki required, and the stronger the after-shock.

Description: Sung is about 5?11?, at about 150 lbs. His lean frame belies an incredible amount of strength. He wears a traditional Chinese hat, and traditional Chinese garments. Despite attempts by his friend Sorashima to switch to traditional Japanese garments, as he has been a resident of Japan for many years, Sung holds strong to his own identity. [URL=http://beifan.com/shaolin-monk/059album03/sxd-minera-20.jpg]See him HERE, oddly, without those above-mentioned garments.[/URL]

Personality: A learned scholar and fighter, Sung is a man dedicated to peace. He is very kind, though not to the point of being gullible, and is always willing to lend a hand. However, he has no patience for wrong-doing of any sort. He will go out of his way to eliminate any evil around him. This is a man who cannot be swayed by any means to partake in any vice ? including drinking. This is the one trait of Sung?s that Sorashima has practically dedicated his life to changing.

Bio: A native of rural China, Sung was born into a family of accomplished martial artists, his mother being the most renowned. Of course, this was an extremely opposing take on the role of women in his time, so he has grown up with strong values regarding the equality of women. Spending much of his younger years studying with his mother and father in the martial arts, and other mentors for the academics, Sung never saw much of the world. So, when his parents felt it was time for Sung to go, they sent him off on his own with no destination in mind.

After many years of traveling along China?s coast, Sung eventually made his way to Japan ? he had heard about a Japanese martial arts expo taking place there, the first of its kind.. It was there that he met Sorashima, and where a friendship was quickly formed. The two found they had very similar upbringings, with very similar values.

While Sorashima is definitely the much more spontaneous of the two, he is well-balanced with his Chinese counterpart, a much more sensible and rational man. With his friend Sorashima, along with the other Miyotji Ninjas, they take up causes they feel are just and ask no reward? though known for their courage and steadfast beliefs in peace, they are nonetheless well supported by the citizens of Japan.

[oshi]

Sorry if this sounds a little funny/is a bit long, it's my bio from MS. And I won't use Reid unless you want me to add him in sometime. Somehow he usually does find his way into Lee's battles . . . .:sweat:


Name: Lee Gavin Fleuretty
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 22
Species: basically human; it?s not particularly important
Choice: Daemon (part of religion and culture; almost compared to choosing a gender)

Appearance: 5?5?; his muscles are lean and sinewy, more for stealth and silence than physical, hand-to-hand combat. His face is wide and smooth, with thin, pale blue eyes set relatively far apart. He has dark hair, high-lighted with the hues of green and azure, and keeps it pulled tightly out of his face with a string of leather?except for one shock that falls across his right eye. His lips are thin; his teeth are small and white. Lee?s nails are hard and black, and come to a quick point at the tips of his fingers. On the palm of his left hand there is a tattoo of a small, ornate symbol, though his clothing usually includes gloves which make this invisible.

Apparel: Is inclined to wear very little clothing; it inhibits his movements and most fabrics make too much noise as they shift. Because of this he usually wears only a short, loose cloth around his waist and tight wraps that cover his arms and legs. His gloves are thin, and serve only as a layer between others and his skin. The fingertips are open to allow him to feel, and also to let him use his nails. In better company, he will wear his formal uniform; this consists of black boots, a white tunic, white pants, and red sash.

Personality: Is driven to constant self-improvement by an intense self-loathing. His weaknesses are unacceptable to him, and he does his best to hide them and eliminate them?even if he is the only one who knows they exist. He has absolutely zero interpersonal skills; he very much prefers to be alone than in the company of others. He is loyal only to his lifelong cause, and also grudgingly to Reid Archer Sargatanas.*
His loyalty will not be broken, and he will go so far as to lose his life for it?but it?s not likely to happen. He is extremely patient in his work, but not in dealing with his personal life. His way of solving problems is often through force, or by letting Reid Archer handle them. He is traditional in that religion is important to him, and also in believing that worldly pleasures are fleeting and meaningless. He is aggressive and easily angered, but will not lose his head under pressure. Lee Gavin is cold, has little guilt about killing anyone, and has the capacity to be quite sadistic. In his position as an underling, he resents taking orders from anyone he doesn?t respect, and those who do hold his respect are few and far between. Throughout all aspects of his life, he dislikes prolonging activities and would rather simply end them successfully and move on to the next.

Abilities: Can understand all spoken languages and speak Japanese (cannot speak any other); has perfect night-vision; has been trained to be very fast and stealthy. His entire body is poisonous to the touch: sustained contact with his skin, spit, blood (or other) can cause death; even momentary contact can cause a painful rash. His bones, due to the atmosphere of his homeland, are nearly unbreakable, although it is possible with enough force to break the smaller ones of the hands and feet. Even this is not very easy, however.

Weapons: Main weapon of choice is a long balanced scythe. The pole is about the same height as Lee, with a hard, smooth protrusion from the back of the blade. This weapon serves a dual purpose in this way; as one side is sharp, and the other is blunt. Both are equally lethal in Lee?s hands. He also uses a multitude of small throwing knives, several daggers, poisons in the form of liquid and powder (usually not used in battle, but rather in his work).

History: As far as Lee knows, his family was killed in a revolt waged against a noble named Lucifer (it might sound tacky, but the original set-up was a bit different). He himself was spared for whatever reason, and the noble was gracious enough to take him in. What he remembers of his childhood is mixed between the mundane and curious: a rivalry with the noble?s son, an odd darkness that hovers in his peripheral vision, feelings of pain that he cannot place, exploring the noble?s grounds and lands. However, a disturbing amount of his childhood seems to be unavailable to him. He tries not to dwell on this, as the noble looks down upon it and dismisses it as some kind of hereditary disorder. He was trained by one of the noble?s counsel, Astarot, to be the noble?s assassin, which is where he learned his skills in this area. The fact that his body is toxic is something known only to him; if it were discovered that he has such a dangerous weapon at his disposal he would certainly be imprisoned and isolated. He was not aware of this ability for quite some time; it did not seem to assert itself until he was twenty years old. It took the deaths of three lovers to wholly convince him that it was his own body that offended their souls, as they were beings he had no intention of killing and did not want to believe their deaths were his fault.
During his time under the noble?s hand, he was introduced to Reid Archer Sargatanas, with whom he was eventually told he would be partnered. He and Reid Archer disagree on nearly every issue, and only function as partners because they realize that they are individually crafted to depend upon each other. Lee and Reid are both in debt to Lucifer, and perform under his command through Astarot. It is somewhat difficult to get them to work together, and so there usually needs to be great incentive (such as the danger of one losing his life) before the other will interfere. Both of them have a trigger weakness ingrained in them that they cannot overcome, and that will obviously not be mentioned here. If either of them do happen to come across it in their travels, they will shutdown and need several days to recuperate.

[Balmon]

Sung could barely contain his anger… he had been following a trail of bodies for over three days now - bodies of innocents, fighters, farmers, wives; the people of Japan.

The reports came trickling in at first, of corpses, a child found butchered… then, a suspect… a dark warrior, a demon, a ghost, a monster, multitudes of random information from the countryside. His friend, and Lord of the Miyotji Ninjas, Sorashima, slept restlessly, contemplating on sending out all of his men to scour the land. Sung, although a fierce believer in the strength of the Miyotji, knew that any of the ninjas would find an untimely demise at the hands of this killer. He rode out at first light, alone, leaving only a short message for Sorashima asking him to keep watch until he returned.

On his dark steed, Kaze, Sung followed the path of the killer, from village to village, finding a slew of bodies on the way. After questioning villagers as he traveled for three days, he felt no closer to reaching this beast.

Feeling in need of some time for peace, Sung made his way to the closest temple, and found himself at the gates of the great zen temple, Daitokuji. The very thought of the gardens, the marvelous architecture of the sub-temples, the sonorous sounds of the temple bell, immediately softened his anger. He had arrived to find the gates closed, and placed his hand on the gates to push them open… [SIZE=3][I][FONT=Garamond]burn[/FONT][/I][/SIZE]…

Sung immediately pulled his hand back in shock… a quick glance at his hand showed several spots where the skin was bubbling. Disgusted at the thought of the poison seeping through his body, Sung closed his eyes and[I] [FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3]focus[/SIZE][/FONT] [/I] felt the wind suddenly whip around [I][FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3]graceful crane[/SIZE] [/FONT] [/I] him. At the next examination, Sung's hand had begun to heal itself… but he could see a faint, dark mist escape from the pores as they closed. [I][FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3]This IS a demon[/SIZE][/FONT][/I]… "The monks!" he cried out. Sung raced back to Kaze and swung onto its back. "Hyah!" He dug his heels into Kaze's side. The horse wheeled around and gave itself some room to charge. It snorted once (Sung would say to illustrate its preference to not rush the poisoned gates) and galloped forward [I][FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3]focus[/SIZE][/FONT][/I] as Sung closed his eyes again [FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3][I]tiger [/I] [/SIZE] [/FONT] and placed his hands on the horse [B][I][FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3]unyielding force[/SIZE][/FONT][/I][/B]. A silvery plating suddenly appeared to encase the horse's entire body… the gates flew off their rusty hinges from the impact of the charge. As the horse continued up the steps towards the main temple, Sung watched the gates soar past him, one careened wildly off to the left towards the gardens, the other was launched straight towards the enormous bell up above…

[oshi]

Right on schedule.

Lee Gavin waited silently inside the temple. He grimaced as the bell rang out with discordant clamor; there was a force most heated approaching him. He made little effort to greet this being, sitting as he was at the center of a circle of dormant monks. Sleeping they were not; while their bodies laid still and peaceful, their eyes gazed out upon their demise, dull and disbelieving.

Watching their motionless forms in anticipation, Lee spotted one yet struggling. His breath was slow and shallow; exactly the way one breathes to avoid attention. Resting his chin on one careless wrist, Lee imitated the helpless monk. His breath became calm, more quiet than any human ears could hear. He stopped himself from the exercise as the monk ceased breathing altogether. Rather detrimental to continue with that example; Lee Gavin maintained his breath at its shallow and undetectable level.

Horse's hooves clapped against the steps as they came closer. Lee knew who followed him, and was pleased with how things were going.

Divert.

Distract.

Eliminate.

His orders were clear and for once, he was fairly sure that he was aware of all the reasons for his performing this task. Kwung Yei Sung would play a moving part in this complex theatrical operation--if all went well, the Miyotji would fall completely in a short time.

His breath came to him with more difficulty as he thought upon this. He had already completed most of his assignment; drawing him out with apparently meaningless deaths and leading him far from the rest of the Miyotji . . . and from their leader, Sorashima.

The same Sorashima who would be left with at least a good portion of his spirit shattered by the loss of his dear friend.

As for those faceless citizens lost before him, Lee Gavin rolled his head to one side and smiled, as no one was there to see it. His voice floated, thin as his breath:

"Those were all for you, Sung. All of them, bait for your conscience . . . ."

[Balmon]

The horse barely dodged the gate as it came crashing back down on the temple steps.

“My god…” Sung said out loud, though nothing could be heard this close to the temple bell bellowing its ancient tone. As Kaze rounded the last steps, Sung could see the group of monks in what first appeared to be meditation. Though, before even a minute sigh of relief could escape his lips, he soon realized they were no longer alive. “I am too late...”

Their skins had turned a putrid colour and their eyes were devoid of life. They looked almost like puppets, and the puppetmaster was clearly centerstage.

Though it was sitting with its back to him, it was clearly quite short and did not seem designed for major physical combat of any sort. Obviously a minion designed for death of the most vile sorts – through deception, deceit, and dishonour. It had almost no clothing on, save for the black wrap covering his waist, and some sort of covering over its legs. This seemed a most pitiful creature really – though from the garbled descriptions given to him on his journey, this appeared to be the demonspawn he had been searching for.

Sung nudged Kaze inside the temple entrance and could see the demon notice his arrival. He paused Kaze’s advance. “Demon. I am here to end your…”

“Right – end my killing, make me pay for the suffering I've caused AND suffer for the deaths of my people, and so on, and so forth… hold that thought.” The creature stood up and… stretched.

“You demonspa….” Sung began to seethe.

“Alright - it’s Daemon. And I am Daemon and Daemon alone – you can drop the ‘spawn’. But, for the short time you’re here, please call me Lee. I must tell you, it’s awfully nice to hear some Cantonese after hearing so many screams of agony in Japanese… AND you probably can’t understand me can you… I knew Japanese wasn’t the only language that I should have…”

“Die!” Sung cried as he swung off his horse and ran towards the creature. He shifted his posture and hands to prepare for the Side Tiger Claw – this combination would both choke this damned thing and blind it as well. He eyed the Daemon for a sudden counter-attack as he closed the intervening space… and attacked. His left hand shot out and locked around the creature’s neck while the right hand reached out to… [SIZE=4][FONT=Garamond][I]BURN[/I][/FONT][/SIZE]

The pain Sung had felt at the temple gates had increased a hundred fold. The poison coursed through his entire left side this time, at a rate dwarfing the previous experience. Sung cried out as Lee took Sung's hand in his right and pulled it off of his neck and held it to Sung’s face – the fire continued to wrack through Sung’s body. “You ARE strong, Chinese man, I can see why they asked me to come. But like all the others, you are ultimately of no consequence. You have learned first hand…” Lee smiled at his own humour, “… why this will be over soon. These monks were kind enough to oblige with no interference,” he gestured towards the freakish corpses in their meditating pose, “I suggest you do the same.” Lee paused in thought while maintaining his grasp on Sung’s hand. “Oh Hell, again - we have this language barrier where you can’t understand a word…”

The pain was beyond unbearable, and Sung was beginning to pass out, but [FONT=Garamond][I][SIZE=3]focus [/SIZE] [/I] [/FONT] someone had to [SIZE=3][FONT=Garamond][I]implacable dragon [/I] [/FONT] [/SIZE] shut him up [FONT=Garamond][SIZE=3][I]descends the mountain[/I][/SIZE][/FONT]. Sung looked up at Lee with eyes that had turned totally black. “I… understand… you… fine, Lee,” Sung spat out in Japanese. Lee’s eyes widened as Sung’s free right hand swung up and latched onto Lee’s stretched out arm. Gathering his strength, Sung slowly rose from his knees and managed to step forward into the bow and arrow stance. Sung could feel Lee attempting to pull away from his grapple, but Sung held strong. As he continued twisting Lee’s elbow upwards, he could feel Lee place his other hand on Sung’s grappling arm – but he concentrated… he could smell his own flesh burning… just a little more….now. [SIZE=3][FONT=Garamond][I][B]Tiger’s Claw[/B][/I][/FONT][/SIZE]. Sung slipped his left hand out from Lee’s weakening grasp and swung it down on Lee’s upward facing elbow – Lee struggled harder as Sung, screaming, continued the immense downward pressure,"Now..... stop talking!"

The next scream came from Lee as he felt his elbow joint [I]snap[/I].

[oshi]

OOC: You know what I think is kind of ironic? Lee is, and has always been (I swear :)), left-handed.

IC:
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Hot pain flowed through his right arm, shooting through his shoulders and down to his fingertips. Sung released him as soon as he heard the joint give way, not wanting to prolong his contact with the poison; Lee Gavin relaxed his muscles immediately, dropping down to the ground. His stance was that of a wounded animal; defenseless to the passerby.

Sung withdrew, wringing his hands as they grew red and pocketed. Lee let his right arm lie useless at his side, maneuvering his body away from his opponent. The pain was nearly paralyzing his thoughts, and he was only able to mute it slightly with tense mantras ingrained in him during training. Using his arm would only damage it further; it was difficult to move anyway because of the joint. Wincing, Lee grudgingly put forward his left index and middle fingers, holding them at the left side of his arm.

Hovering above the elbow joint, Lee Gavin moved his fingers across the injury. He felt a flicker of discomfort; blackness swarmed alarmingly against the backs of his eyes; and then he felt nothing from his arm any longer.

His thoughts cleared as the pain was eradicated. He looked up to see Sung approaching him, having wrapped extra cloth from his sleeves over his hands. Lee reached to his calf, pulling free a thin, sharp dagger and flinging it straight at his foe.

Sung heard a sickening [I]chok[/I]; the sound of the dagger lodging itself into his left thigh. He appropriately halted in his approach.

Lee Gavin glared at him, righting himself and gaining his footing. His arm still hung at his side, and he tried not to move it; though he could not feel the pain, the injury remained as Sung had dealt it.

However, his target would now have to deal with the staggering effects of a potent batrachotoxin.

[Balmon]

OOC: Based on my research, the only known creatures to be able to survive batrachotoxins are snakes, and a few others. Short of ending the story at the point where the incurable toxin entered Sung's body (eventually the brain) and destroyed it, I thought I'd make use of that little fact and extend things for just a little longer. Sorry if it's too far-fetched!

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IC:

The only thing that prevented Sung from crying out was the sudden impact of the toxin. As the blade ripped through the muscles and tendons of his thigh, he could feel the burn of the poison working its way to the bloodstream. He attempted to grasp the hilt and wrench the steel free, but he sensed his hands immediately go numb.

Sung's mind raced frantically. He realized immediately that it was no ordinary poison. No amount of healing could get rid of this.

His vision suddenly flickered... then it went blurry... he was losing feeling in his extremities... what was this...?

He could barely make out Lee walking away, as his sight clouded further. I need to... darkness.

Nothing.

Sung, already fallen to his knees, crashed to the floor. He eyes were wide open, though without any sort of focus, and his breath was rapidly shortening. Lee smirked.




Then, Lee's voice... though slipping in and out of hearing, "You fought... tonight... now to take... Sorashima."

"[I]No[/I]." Sung raised his head slightly, and heard Lee stop in his steps. Sung's voice had barely carried above the stillness of the temple hall.

[I]Focus[/I]..... dark... [I]focus[/I]... darkness.... [I][SIZE=2]FOCUS[/SIZE][/I]....

[SIZE=1][I]Help[/I] me[/SIZE]. Sung's head thudded back on the floor. He could sense no more.


Lee turned back to Sung and walked over to his comatose body. "Impressive, China man. No man I know could hold on for that long. You were indeed worth my breath. I will... aughhh!" Lee immediately backed away from what he saw. From somewhere beneath Sung's robes, a thin stream suddenly appeared. It had a silver-blue hue about it... it was a substance clearly not of this plane. Almost silk-like at first, more streams appeared... eventually, a form began taking shape around Sung's body. As Lee watched, a large form began taking shape... first a formidable torso... two monstrous paws... a long, muscled back then filled out...

"Tiger." Lee barely whispered in awe. The spirit beast roared with a ferocity that shook the very foudations of the temple. It was perhaps three times the size of a normal tiger, and had formed protectively around Sung - like a mother protecting its young. It roared again, this time, the impact of the sound caused Lee to backstep. Momentarily off balance, the Ki-spirit suddenly bounded forward and swung an enormous paw at Lee's head. It connected. He barely uttered a noise as his body cometed through a wall. Large billows of dust and chunks of wood flew through the air - much of it striking the zombie-like monks still on the floor.

The shape dissipated. There was complete silence in the temple.

Then, slowly, seductively, more streams appeared again, this time, smaller, though much longer. The length of its body was fairly ornately patterned with scales, though it eventually flowed towards a hooded head. The shape coiled its body around Sung and turned him onto his back. It then wrapped its tail around the hilt of the blade. With a clean jerk, it slipped the blade from his leg and held it up closely to its slits-for-eyes. Then it ate the blade whole.

It could taste the malevolence... the severity of the effect of the poison... and knew what it had to do. It looked Sung over critically for a moment, and then its body flashed momentarily. Its body was practically transparent now. Rearing its head, it suddenly dove towards the wound in his leg, growing smaller as it did. Sung's body spasmed violently at the shape's forceful entrance.

Snake wound its way through Sung's bloodstream, devouring all traces of the toxin as it coiled, and coiled, through his body. Sung spasmed more and more as the creature traveled deeper...

When it was done... and it only hoped it had removed it all... it re-formed outside of Sung's body. Then, with a soft [I]hiss[/I], the spirit vanished.

The dagger hung in the air, a few feet off of the ground, and then clattered noisily to the floor; any trace of the poison had disappeared.

Severa feet away, Kaze snorted derisively.

[oshi]

OOC: Basically nothing is too far-fetched for spars, I've found. By the way, I've decided to "up the anty" a bit. We're in Adventure Square now; no more kiddie stuff. That's right, I'm going to make it tougher than incurable poison! Ain't I a card? :p

My next post shall contain Attack of the Lai: "Teach [i]You[/i] to Misquote [i]Me![/i]"
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His body was nearly numb. Lee Gavin opened his eyes slowly, unsure of how much time had passed. By the dust still settling around him, he surmised that it had only been a matter of minutes since Sung had pulled his [i]tora[/i] trick. His gaze slid to his right arm, and a jolt of alarm forced him into alertness.

Dragging himself upright, he repositioned his elbow out of its nauseating angle. Lee's back was raw from the impact of the wall; blood flowed freely down his legs and arms from its newly-opened skin, as well as from countless cuts and scrapes upon all of his limbs. No bones were broken, but his flesh and muscles were beginning to regain their feeling--and with feeling, came pain.

Lee Gavin crouched on his haunches, watching carefully the next room through the hole created by his own body. He licked his lips, finding blood, and realized that it was all he could smell. Touching his face, he could feel a set of slashes in the flesh of his cheek: the swipe of a tiger's claws. Luckily, they hadn't cut too deeply. Brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, Lee extracted his feet from the rubble and broken wood. There was no movement from the next room; only a lingering sense of an ethereal presence.

He breathed slowly and deeply. Venturing closer to the cavity, he ran his left hand over the suface of his skin, slippery as it was with his blood. He glanced at the scythe he had hidden in one corner of the room; it would be useless now, with his arm in such a state. The handle was too long to be wielded one-handedly.

However, Lee thought as he spied the inert being on the floor of the temple, with the breaking of his skin, Sung had practically done him a favor.

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Standing noislessly, he observed the actions of the Miyotji as they came and left. For the past few days, the atmosphere around them had been tense. He had been with them since Lee had begun to draw them apart, and was so far undetected.

Invisible, silent, and discreet. Reid Archer stepped out of the way of a passing ninja, his slippered feet creating no tattletale sound. He was waiting, taking note; absorbing all he could until it was his time to perform. The air was thick and heavy, and he reveled in it. Silence hung upon it, decorated with whispers and the occasional, frowned-upon scoff or outburst.

His entire being had been reduced to only sound, and so he became it gladly. His movements were masked by the Miyotji's own, and all he needed do was be sure that none touched his form.

A warm langor was suffused throughout his body; Reid had been dozing only lightly for the past few days, staying the whole time in his invisible state. It was rather against orders to be there at all; he was supposed to have come only after receiving notice that Lee had completed his task.

The Spyrit smiled faintly. It was much more interesting to see the ninjas as they fretted over the whereabouts and health of their comrade. He would have been quite bored, waiting with the others for Lee to be done.

His eyes drifted to the leader of the group, Sorashima. The male's entire body was rigid, the stature of an uneasy warrior. Reid Archer's smile grew stronger as he focused on this being; his reason for being among the Miyotji, his current entertainment.

And his target.