Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Thu, 14 Aug 2003 22:20:13 -0700 Brian Randall <brian@azurite.org>
wrote:
Disclaimer: Paints in this story are from {: Rumiko} Takahashi, Viz (Ranma 1/2),
TV Tokyo and Ken Akamatsu (Love Hina), and Tatsuya Egawa (Goldenboy).
The story of the heroic legend of Raiko and Sakata Kintoki as presented
here is public domain. The easel is mine. That's all.
"I do not know, but they are great and terrible." The woman paused for
a moment, then {leant : leaned} to one side, as though listening to the child. She
straightened up, and nodded. "They move about in the darkness, unseen by
our town's warriors."
"Er... now, we can be reasonable about this," the Tsuchigumo said,
chuckling nervously. The audience booed at him, and he looked mildly
offended. "Bah! Well, if you're going to be like that, I won't tell you
where to find the sword that can defeat me." The booing increased in
volume. In an aside, the Tsuchigumo stage-whispered to the audience,
"He'll never know it lies in a dungeon far to the east of here!"
Good for him he didn't tell them.
The redhead blinked, then shrugged, stepping towards the guards, and
sending her staff spinning along her arm. She passed it behind her back,
over her shoulder, around her wrist, and then reversed the process,
finally spinning the thing before her so quickly it blurred into a disc
before she abruptly snapped it to a halt, pointed directly at the
skeleton warriors. "Okay," she said reasonably, taking up a combat
stance, while the audience cooed in delight.
And while she was doing all that, Haitani shrugged, pulled out a prop
gun, and shot her. :}b
The brawl dragged on for a long minute, neither side gaining a clear
{victor : victory}, though both Suetake and Sadamitsu sat up to watch, wincing
sympathetically from time to time.
The Tsuchigumo grinned, and pulled something from his pocket, showing
it to Motoko. The {Kendoka's : kendoka's} charge broke off, and she began to
frantically backpedal. Ranma scowled, deciding it was all up to her...
and without the benefit of her bracers or her proper form. Well, she'd
just have to--