Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505174528

A single hologram burst from Shrike, absorbing the bullet.

Paul's gauntlet raked into Shrike's face, spraying blood into the sand. His other came down, and was stopped as her hand caught hold of his wrist. The movement of his arm was arrested immediately.

"That's enough." Shrike murmured, the wounds on her face sealing together, the flesh stitching itself as if with an invisible needle.

She caught Paul's other wrist in a quick exchange of grappling and then, twisting her hips, spun. Despite Paul's immense size, he was thrown over her shoulder like any jiu jitsu amatuer, directly at the retreating Morgan.

Freed from their assault, Shrike stretched her neck, and paced after them.

"That's enough." Ju Yung said, standing up. "Before we can do any techniques we'll need to start with some basic throws."

"The Yakuza." Qin nodded. "I know them well.  We have a big problem with them not just in the city, but also in the Shi itself.  Corruptions a real issue."

"Brotherhood." Tanner corrected.