Egg Day 2- Land of the Lizardfolk

Kenneth was busy trying to keep Martha off the boat when a bullet flew by. He paid it little mind until the second struck his chest. The ki-fueled shot left a painful welt, and he grumbled in irritation. The next moment, he had to snap his hand upwards to snatch an arrow from the air. “Annoying…” They were distracting him enough that Martha had stopped falling back. He had decided to kick up a bigger wave when another bullet struck him. Electricity coursed through him, making him stiffen. His rhythm was thrown off, and Martha made up the distance in an instant. It was impressive. Even in the top ranks where he had once fought, such speed was practically unheard of.

“I’ll smash your stupid jerk-” A flying knee was interrupted with an annoyed swat. Martha was sent sprawling into the guard rails, bending them with her body. He was stopped from following up on the attack by another bullet ringing his temple and another arrow that he had to knock aside. Martha was already back on her feet. She was fast there, too. But as she launched her flurry of attacks, Kenneth blocked every single one, even those that would have glanced off harmlessly if left unchecked. It was a matter of principle, to let her know that she was nothing. Despite her speed, she was painfully sloppy, predictable, too limited in her toolbox of attacks to surprise him at all. He was amused to watch her expression grow from fury to confusion when she realized she wasn’t touching him at all. Now, what pressure point to attack?

“Kenneth, stop playing. We will have more of them soon.” Ji-Won spoke calmly, but something was smoldering behind his eyes. He jumped right at Casey, but tripped when she shifted the boat. He practically fell right into her shockwave, throwing him back into the cabin. “Guh-gaaaaaaah!” He gurgled, spitting up blood. It was like getting punched by Kenneth! Why did so many strong people show up!? “You wish to feel like a hero, protecting these children, but let me tell you this. The people of this island are a dying race, doomed to be extinguished over the centuries like they were on the mainland. They do not believe in what is not real, and so they can never form tribes, countries, the lies that bind. All who can organize will wipe them away and take their lands. At least my hatchlings will live like kings before I devour them.” Ji-Won summoned fox fire around his hands, flickering blue candle-lights that danced with their own spirit. He threw one high, the other low. Rhetoric was all well and good, but it was merely to soften her up for this. A touch of the flames would engulf her in desirable visions, fueled by the deepest dreams of her heart, right until he got close and sucked her soul away.