>>5808774>>5808785>>5808794>>5808807>>5808861You begin striding for the men. With intent.
Their leader chuckles and begins slowly rising from his chair. It was kinda funny how he didn’t realize how badly this was going to go for him.
He finishes standing, hand calmly resting on the hilt of his katana.
“Alright, big man! If you want-”
You don’t give this goober the chance to finish his little speech. You allow yourself to heavily lurch downwards in front of him so you can maximize your upward momentum. Your right foot surges hard into the dirt, springing your body upwards forcefully as you smash your palm upwards towards his jaw. At the very last moment you angle the direction of your hand to only clip him in the side of the jaw so that instead of shattering all of his teeth you would only turn 3 or 4 of his molars into broken gravel.
The man takes a catastrophic blow, getting sent into the air, head cocked to the side, already quite unconscious. With a hint of amusement it occurs to you that his sternocleidomastoid would no doubt have been strained or torn by the force with which you jolted his head sideways.
The man’s shoes are eye level with you. You pause for a fraction of a second to allow his buddies to realize the error of their ways. The sound of a sword being released from a scabbard meets your right ear. Not enough time to turn your head. You leverage your torso to the left and snap your right foot out, slamming into the man’s wrist. You easily shatter said wrist and your foot continues, dragging the man’s hand across the newly naked edge of his sword until it finally meets his hip. You moderate your force to not break the hip; The loss of sensation in several of his fingers should be enough. He goes spinning into the ground, shrieking like a woman while blood spurts out of his hand.
The leader was coming crashing down now and the man to your left had freed his sword from scabbard. He hadn’t swung yet because he hesitated and it had been less than two seconds. You grab the leader by the front of his belt and start swinging his unconscious body around like a limp doll, fulfilling the dual purpose of warding the man from slashing at you and building momentum to slam this moron into the dirt. With a mighty heave, you do just that, skipping the leader across the dirt path of the village square, face first.
You maintain your momentum from swinging the man around, pirouetting on your left foot as you again use your whole upper body as a counterweight to power slam your leg against the side of his katana, sending it out of his hand as it gets stuck deep into a nearby stone wall.
