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Whirling Grain	OK. So, you know your Kurosawa flicks, right? Seven Samurai? Greedy bandits are extorting a village for their crops, and they can't afford to pay-- so they hire seven ronin warriors to defend the village?
Whirling Grain	For the village of River's End, there was good news and there was bad news and there was worse news. The bad part was that the self-styled 'Ogre Clan' -- a vicious group of bandits-- wanted more or less all of their rice, and weren't in a mood for excuses like "that's stealing" or "we need something to EAT. " The bad part was that they couldn't even dredge up a pair of lousy ronin warriors to defend them. The good news, though, was that the one they COULD find was Wandering Lion.
Wandering Lion	That's seriously not okay, but well... Wandering Lion is nothing if a bleeding heart at the center of it all. So, here he was heading out towards the trouble spot. Wandering Lion, for all of his skill, did at least look the part of the roaming warrior. And he could be the part, too! The first thing he did was find out where the bandits tended to come from. But otherwise... he set himself up in the village square/shrine area, sitting on the steps and drinking the only thing he wanted payment as. Some nice, good rice wine. Then he told the villagers to simply hide out in their homes, lock the doors, etc. Make sure they stayed out of his way and try their hardest not to look in case something worse than bandits comes after them.
Whirling Grain	Yes, the village of River's End has a particularly potent local soju, that Wandering Lion had just gotten to enjoying, when the first of the bandits crested the hill from the east-- first ones and twos, and then tens, mounted on light, hungry horses of the plains. "What's this then?" Their leader, Gnarled Oak, called out from his great black charger. "Where's the tribute you were supposed to bring us?"
Wandering Lion	Looking up at the bandits, Wandering Lion puts the jug down and moves to stand, the bands around his wrist unfold into a pair of silver gauntlets. Smash gauntlets no less. "I suppose you could say that in a way, I am the 'tribute' you so rightly deserve." Wandering Lion's voice rings out, deep and loud. "These villagers are tired of you and yours plaguing them. I wish to see such as you leave. Your choice is whether it be in a grave, or on your feet." Wandering Lion starts to walk forward, grinning at the men as he invokes the one ability he knows he has that he just doesn't get to use that much. Even if it means the villagers may run him out of town. His body shines as fire coalesces about him, forming armor around him. "I am Wandering Lion. Come and face me if you wish to have your 'tribute' or run away as is your will. The move is yours."
Wandering Lion	Wandering Lion instead of moving forward, brings his hands up in arcane gestures with his middle two fingers curled and the rest wide and spread as the world seems to shift around in answer to his call. Appearing from a rather large, multi-faceted ruby, the armored man calls out, "I warn you now, turn back now, or lose your lives! The Sun empowers me through this life, I walk with His flames in my hands and around my throat! His brillance is a burden on my chest to deal out to those who need it! Taking from these people is against His decree as it is my right to enforce it by His grace! Face the shadows of his rage before facing me, ruffians!" Cupping his hands around the talisman which somehow is outside of his armor throughout the transformation, his hands move to a triangular formation as they gather the sheer essence that he attempts to bend to his will for what he intends to take care of this problem quickly if he can manage it.
Whirling Grain	"Ogre-Clan.... At-taaaaaaaaaaaack! Ai! yi! Yi! Yi! Yi!" howls Gnarled Oak, his black charger rearing up on its hind legs as he whips his followers into a frenzy.
Whirling Grain	They kinda look at him, like 'maaaaaan, you must be CRAZY.' Like, this dude is an obvious sorcerer who just clothed himself in magical armor right in front of us and he's glowing with golden fire. They are.... not enthused. They are, however, way more numerous, so, somewhat reluctantly, they advance, their hungry steeds accelerating to a gallop, a host of arrows set to flight!
Whirling Grain	Simultaneously, a huge buck ogre roars ("Graaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuugh!") as he tears out of the undergrowth. His appearance seems to give courage to the Ogre Clan, who begin chanting -- Ja-ga-rath! Ja-ga-rath!-- in glee as he advances. He and the battlegroup are now at Short range though somewhat offset.
Wandering Lion	The arrow flying at his head has Wandering Lion briefly glance before he returns to what he is doing. Focusing as he draws power from the talisman around his neck. "I warned you and you advance, like dogs to the slaughter! Come, then! Face the ruin that is the Sun's shadow on this Realm! Face the darkness that hides as I unleash it upon you with my might!" Wandering Lion calls out. Further focusing, his hands move again, renewing his focus as he holds them out before him to draw on the sorcerous energies that he can collect and prepares to unleash it upon the incoming bandit group.
Whirling Grain	"ONWARD, you cowardly gits!" ("but sir...") "But WHAT?" (*gestures at the glowing figure*) "He's ONLY ONE MAN! OVERWHELM HIM! BLOCK OUT THE SUN WITH YOUR ARROWS!"
Whirling Grain	Spurred on by their leader's exhortation, the vanguard of the force advances into close range, drawing their sabres, and prepare to strike-- only to be brushed aside like tenpins by Jagarath as he clears a path! "OUT. My. WAYT
Whirling Grain	The massive axe, built to be weilded with two hands, is swung by the two-headed beast with a single mighty arm! CLANGGGG! It reverberates as it slams into the Glorious Solar Plate--- hard!
Whirling Grain	..... but not hard enough! (CURSE THE STUPID TEN WORD REQUIREMENT)
Wandering Lion	With a target now close, Wandering Lion abandons his gambit of sorcery to instead go for hand to hand. And he erupts in ferociousness befitting his name as he tries to get a pair of silver sheathed hands on the behemoth coming at his way. His hands go out to try to grab the enormous Jagarth and twist him to the ground in what is an obvious bit of grappling even as the golden armor's mane and himself seems to give a rumbling growl.
Whirling Grain	"Jagarath.... SMAAAAASH!" He beats his chest with the flat of his blade as he brings it around, brushing back Lion's attempt to bring his fists to bear.
Whirling Grain	Successes on a grapple get turned into turns of control. Since the net is zero, I assume there are no turns of control--- the giant and the solar, his anima coruscading around him (is it an actual lion?) struggle for a while, back and forth, the two heads of the creature looking at each-other in beffuddlement that such a thing is even possible; but for the moment they find themselves equally matched, and neither side can clear victory. Finally, Jagarath swings a massive paw, staggering backwards, hurling Lion to the ground even as he falls back, unable to gain control of the engagement.
Whirling Grain	"NOW, you dogs! You wretched sons of flatulent curs! You yellow-bellied liver-lispers! Ai yi yi yi! Slice him to ribbons!"
Whirling Grain	Staggering from his inability to smash puny human, Jagarath whirls around for another shot with that axe of his.
Whirling Grain	The massive blade strikes true, sparks flying through the air as it grinds against the glowing plates!
Whirling Grain	"Faster you dogs! Now now now! Swarm him, before he can recover! Renew the onslaught!"