Jimmy, lay on the couch exhausted beyond the level that mortals can sustain, his body felt as if it was broken, despite the knowledge that he knew he wasn’t, drifting toward sleep, he could just hear a sound on the edge of his perception, he could tell it didn’t fit, the sound of an explosion muffled by distance. Curious he turned on the TV eager to see what had happened, the shock hit him more than he could say, the Nezumi were there, running free above ground, causing havoc in numbers uncounted.
He stood up he had to help or what was the point, this was far beyond the level of what was acceptable as a Shih he had to intervene, he tumbled towards the door, picking up his sword Xen Xiou on the way, he would need it, he doubted he had the chi to make sustained use of his shuriken, he would need the guaranteed damage of the katana.
Steeling his self against the tiredness he felt he moved towards the stairs, alas he had burnt out, the action within Scar had been too much for his body to handle, and unconsciousness took him…
… the darkness faded his body in a shape not meant to be, he opened his eyes squinting in the bright light of the sun streaming through the windows. using the sword as a lever he stood up, his arm broken from the fall down the stairs, focussing himself he flooded the yin through his body mending the flesh and bone, he would need his arm.
Stepping into the light he surveyed around, scorch marks everywhere he could see, but no sign of the rats. Sheathing his weapons under his coat he wondered out, not knowing where he was. Seeing people in trouble he helped those he could, giving first aid and moving walls to help free others. The devastation was almost total.
Then while helping move the rubble of some collapsed bungalows the ground burst asunder, 1 huge ratkin and 4 smaller of his brethren jumped into the light from the darkness of their tunnels `The prophet, The prophet’ they screamed’. The mortals scattered while jimmy jumped into action, sending forth a barrage of shuriken striking 3 of the smaller shifters, jumping at the 4th of the smaller ones he struck slicing it in the front, spinning round to avoid its claws as the beast grasped for him, he swept the leg as he stuck the sword through it pinning it to the ground, with his off hand he loosed off another fusillade of stars at the 3 he struck earlier leaving them on the floor, he let loose the sword as the largest one screamed and charged him attempting to grapple him, he rolled in a suicide throw turning the grapple to his advantage, he struck the nose of his victim calling forth a howl of pain. Pinning him to the ground he said `Talk, Hengeyoki’ he twisted his arm `Come on Nezumi why are you here?’ `The prophet, he comes we are his vanguard, the Prophet, the Prophet’ `Damn’ jimmy said as he broke the beasts neck.
He did not know what it meant, as he picked up his weapons and walked away the humans he was helping just staring at him as he walked off leaving the bodies of the rats in the street.
Eventually he made it back to the room he called home, bare of walls, functional at best a death trap at worst, its only redeeming factor a communal basement that no-one used where he could practice. He took a drink from the bottle, troubled that he had been too weak to help, was he needed in the umbra, should he have stayed, even though he had no for knowledge he felt troubled by his inability to help, he took a second swig of the liquor then when to practice taking his frustration out on the padded dummies he had made up