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Episode 196 | |
Black Belt vs. the Invisible Man of Cornelia | |
Takinā Notes | |
Date Published | Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 |
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Black Belt performs a rigorous practice session?
Cast Appearing[]
Setting[]
- In a forest, on the way to Pravoka
Script[]
Cut to Black Belt who is striking several martial arts poses. | |
Black Belt | HA! |
Black Belt | HMMMM! |
Black Belt | (blurred, kicking in front of him) YAAA! |
Thief | That's quite a rigorous practice session, Black Belt. |
Black Belt | Practice, shmactice. There's a gnat buzzing near my ears. I hate that. |
Thief | Ah. And here I thought you were busy honing your mind and body into perfect harmony. |
Black Belt | What? Why would I do that? |
Thief | Er... well, I thought that's what martial artists did. You forsake melee weapons and constantly strive to transform your own body into the perfect weapon. This process often involves a training regime meant to unlock nigh-mystical powers within the practioner. |
Black Belt | Well now that's certainly an interesting approach. Back at my dojo they just taught us to beat our opponents senseless. |
Black Belt | The prevailing theory of the school was that an opponent who was too broken to move was an opponent who was defeated. |
Thief | That's like ancient wisdom of the orient. I guess. |
Black Belt | So is being able to break a man's limbs in six places before he hits the ground. Ha! |
Thief | Hm, so you are a brutally efficient hand to hand fighter. Tell me, you don't happen to have any sort of heightened senses, do you? |
Thief | You know, the kind where you would know if someone was sneaking up on you from the shadows. |
Black Belt | Nope. Why? |
Thief takes a scroll out and writes "BB: Weak against stealth..." | |
Thief | Hm? No reason. Anyway, White Mage wants us all back at the camp for some sort of group activity thing. |
Black Belt | 'Kay. What're you writing? |
Thief | Nothing. Now go have some amnesia dust. |