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The Deadly Fists of Yin
The sun cut through the clouds. The soft wind sighed through the valley.
A dog barked at a crow. In the terraced rice paddies farmers toiled,
planting their crops. A wagon wound into the small mountain village.
Chickens scattered at its coming. The lean wagoneer alighted nimbly to
the dirt track and made his way to the town inn. He entered.
Only bandits and ne're do wells of idle hand and evil heart malingered in
the stagnant shadows of the main room. He approached the bar and ordered
an iron bru, without paying the patrons much heed. His drink arrived and
he sated his thirst. Too long he had chewed the dull dust of the road.
The barmaid four frothy pints atop a table surrounded by four disheveled
men. As she departed a large leering man wrapped a hand about her narrow
waist and lifted her onto his lap amidst her squeals of protest. The
large mans cronies laughed with raucous glee.
"Leave the girl alone. She does not wish to be bothered," the wagoneer
was inconspicuous, the shadows hugging him like a lover. Yet his slitted
eyes gleamed.
The large muscular man looked up at the rake at the bar. He licked the
barmaids cheek then let her go, beckoning with his hand, "you want to
fight me!?"
"I'm not here for trouble," the lithe man said, taking a sip of his Iron
Bru.
"Well you have found it! You are in my seat."
"I did not know," the lithe man stood and moved two seats down.
"You are still in my seat."
The lithe man sighed, "are any of the seats in this dinghy slop house not
yours."
"Only the floor. You may sit there," he pointed at the filthy straw
covered floor. A chicken looked up from its pecking. Sensing trouble it
high tailed itself away from the conflict brewing between the two men.
The lithe wagoneer finished his Iron Bru in one gulp and rose. The large
belligerent fellow placed a restraining hand upon the smaller mans
shoulder. The lithe mans eyes narrowed dangerously. "Remove your hand or
you will regret it," his voice was gruff and curt.
The large man guffawed, his other meaty hand clenching into a fist which
he drew back for a savage blow. It never landed. The lithe muscular man
slipped easily from the larger mans grasp, a single hand darting forward
blindingly to press upon the large mans chest. The large man drew in a
breath of pain, his fist held up ready to punch but motionless.
"Hey! Why can't I move?"
"I am the master of the deadly touch. And you are Ertu Nicto," the lithe
man noted.
"Huh?!" the large man said.
Reaching into his top the lithe man pulled out a scroll. With a flick of
his wrist the scroll unrolled. On the parchment was sketched the likeness
of the big thug. "You are Ertu Nicto. There is a price on your head. And
your brother," the man noted, his eyes darting towards the three other
gang members about the table. "You are all wanted for arson, robbery,
blackmail and ... and the rape and murder of four girls," the last was
clearly unsavory to the thin man, but also very important.
"There ain't no use denying it, but those girls had it coming. They were
sluts," Ertu explained. His brothers laughed.
"I don't like rapists." With a flick of his wrist the parchment rolled up
again and he put it away.
"Will you come along quietly?" the bounty hunter asked.
The big man stood for a moment, sweating. He had no choice since he was
paralyzed. "Well, alright," Ertu smiled as innocently as a self confessed
murderer could.
The lithe man nodded, accepting the obvious lie with a wry grin. He bowed
his head, intense concentration on his compact features as he focused his
chi. He then pressed upon the mans neck, freeing him.
The large man gasped and opened his fist slowly, a mean smile drifting
over his thin lips. "You shouldn't have done that!" he declared, balling
his fist again. He punched but the lithe man slipped fluidly under the
blow. With a roar the large man flailed again, his hand hitting nothing
but air as the lithe man twisted out of the way. A third blow thrashed
by, but the lithe man avoided it with ease.
"Three strikes," the thin man noted, clapping his hands before they flew
at the large man. In a blur his hands impacted upon the large man's neck,
shoulder, chest, flank and navel in rapid succession. So fast were his
dexterous movements that those watching blinked, uncertain whether he had
moved. The lithe man stepped back.
Ertu looked down at his chest, expecting it to be torn to shreds. Seeing
that the lithe man had done no apparent damage he laughed. "You call that
punching! Deadly touch my arse. That tickles!" His cronies laughed,
albeit a little uneasily. "Get him my brothers!" Ertu ordered.
Like a pack of trained dogs the three ruffians leapt at the small man,
drawing knives, chains and cudgels. The bounty hunter grinned, leaping
nimbly back onto the bar as the first rogues knife thrust cut the air he
vacated. The second brigand's chain arced at his feet as he dove forward
in a somersaulting spin to land amongst the three men. His hands moved in
a blur as they traced numerous pressure points over his first attacker's
body, leaving the rogue frozen in place.
The second brigand's spinning chain whipped towards the bounty hunter as
he launched backwards into spinning a cartwheel, avoiding the wicked
attack by the skin of his teeth, his leading foot flying up to kick the
chain wielding hand. The brigand cried out as the chain flew from his
nerveless fingers.
Taking the bounty hunter to be defenseless the third cutpurse swung his
studded cudgel. From a handstand the nimble bounty hunter knocked the
weapon aside with a twisting spin kick. Then with a serpentine flip the
lithe man abruptly regained his feet. With breathtaking grace his hands
flew at his adversary, his movements lightning quick, his breakneck blows
leaving the third cutpurse frozen in place.
Almost as an afterthought the bounty hunter leaped towards the second
disarmed brigand, swiftly dealing with the man has he had the others.
Ertu regarded the slight man. "How did you do that? What - " Ertu paused,
his body shaking. He held his hand before him and frowned as the flesh
seemed to throb and swell then rapidly contract. "What the - " his head
was thrown back as though he had been punched and he seemed to wrestle
with an immense invisible force.
Suddenly the flesh about his bull neck bulged and flowed as though there
were something alive beneath the skin. With a wet wrenching sound the
growths sucked in, leaving his neck unblemished but thin and void of
muscle. The flowing rippled over his face as his features swam and
shifted, contorting into grotesque configurations before contracting into
pretty feminine features. "What have you done to me?" he gasped, his
voice a husky contra-alto.
"It is called the fist of Yin. Using an ancient form of tai chi I have
brought forth the latent yin within you," the lithe bounty hunter noted.
"Yin?" Ertu asked as his shoulder hunched, quivering and shaking before
ballooning to freakish proportions then shrinking inwards to compact and
graceful contours. His other arm flailed oddly as it became swollen with
rapidly flowing fluid and mass, the departure of which left it slim and
decidedly delicate. His torso became weirdly disproportioned for a
hideous moment then shrunk in rapidly, the receding wave of flesh leaving
two large globular growths upon his chest. The momentum of the changes
reached a fever pitch as they flowed over his stomach, hips and legs. The
end result of this rapid expansion and contraction of soma was a most
prettily curvaceous creature of petite proportions garbed in clothes much
too big for her. "What!?"
Sweat broke out on the brow of the former man's three companions as they
realized their fate. "None of you will ever rape a woman again," vowed
the bounty hunter with a grim smile.
On cue the first rogue's flesh ballooned immensely as though he would
explode, but an instant later his roiling skin shrunk back inwards upon
itself with such ferocity that he was knocked to the ground. What lay
groaning in shock on its back in a tumble of limber flesh and curvaceous
limbs was very much smaller and clearly no longer a man.
Likewise the third cutpurse shuddered and convulsed as he was rapidly
transformed from a man in a whirlwind on warping flesh. His chest
expanded with two freakish masses that deflated instantaneously into a
pair of most amply endowed breasts. His face drifted with misshapen
lineation before gelling into a most comely and alluring profile. His
arms and limbs were bent out of shape before promptly taking on
captivating female form.
Finally the second brigand cried out, his arms flailing as his features
became weirdly distorted then settling into most a clearly female form
with a mane of long dark hair. "What are you going to do with us?" she
asked in sniveling terror.
"Heh. Even if I could convince the authorities who you were, the paltry
bounties on your heads hardly make it worth it. No. I'm not going to hand
you over to the authorities. I'm hardly that merciful, or just." The
bounty hunter looked them over. "Remember those four girls you murdered."
"The prostitutes...?" Ertu said. She was keenly aware of how vulnerable
and soft she now was and it terrified her.
"Yes. The sluts."
Etur's pretty eyes bulged in understanding. "You can't."
"I can. I've already arranged to sell your contracts in fact. Welcome to
the great wheel girls. I hope you fare better than the four girls you
killed. If you don't, rest assured I'll avenge you."
"No!" Ertu cried, tears streaking down her cheeks as her neck was
shackled. Her pretty body loaded with chains she was lead away to the
wagon with the rest of her former gang. Aptly, she and her new sisters
would spend the remainder of their lives serving men in penance for their
misdeeds.
The wagon jangled down the dirt trail leaving the remote mountain
village. The crow cawed cruelly at its passengers. Chickens scattered to
the safety of the roost. The sun sunk closer to the horizon limning the
world in splendid colour, signaling the climax of the day. The bustle of
nightfall dwindled to an expectant hush. The dog howled its lament to the
uncaring darkness.
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