Corinthi
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As Mao dangles over the edge of the balcony, he can't help but remember his grandfather's wisdom.
The old man, his body ravaged from a longstanding love of opium leaned close and whispered with foul breath, "For every up, there is a down, child. Never forget that."
Not that such pithy sayings help Mao at /all/ in this particular situation. As his fingers begin to slip on the slick metal railing, he notices Tony holding a young woman hostage below. Well, if he's got to fall...
Mao swings his legs forward, trying to build up some momentum. At the apex of his swing, he kicks off an exposed wooden rafter and propels himself at Tony and his attractive hostage.
<<I think it probably goes without saying that I'm blowing another fortune die on this Martial Arts attack, specifically targeting Tony, but at least knocking away his hostage.>>
The old man, his body ravaged from a longstanding love of opium leaned close and whispered with foul breath, "For every up, there is a down, child. Never forget that."
Not that such pithy sayings help Mao at /all/ in this particular situation. As his fingers begin to slip on the slick metal railing, he notices Tony holding a young woman hostage below. Well, if he's got to fall...
Mao swings his legs forward, trying to build up some momentum. At the apex of his swing, he kicks off an exposed wooden rafter and propels himself at Tony and his attractive hostage.
<<I think it probably goes without saying that I'm blowing another fortune die on this Martial Arts attack, specifically targeting Tony, but at least knocking away his hostage.>>
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