And getting on to more stuff:

Note: I'm now experimenting with using the 'xxxx' to denote POV changes

in

the same scene sometimes. I'd just double line breaks, but it isn't

obvious

on plain text message like I usually send. If it's too distracting, let

me

know and I'll try something else.

Hadn't thought of that.

I thought it might help things. I won't always be able to use it, but it
does seem to help.

Anyway, more of Avenging! So, what took ya so long? ;)

^_^

Hesitantly, Swordsman said, "No. I was just... ill prepared for the full
ramifications of your actions to hit me. The knowledge that so many

people

are dead so quickly is unsettling."

Even he isn't that obtuse.

No. His surivival instincts do exist in small quantities.

"Yes," the Mandarin conceded. "It would be best to keep a close eye on

him.

I am fairly certain he will see things my way, he is quite the pompous

ass,

believing that he is a shining example of humanity, and obviously wishes

to

receive what he feels is his due, but he might not be properly prepared

for

the actions necessary to obtain those desires. The last thing in the

world I

will tolerate is one of my own turning against me." The Mandarin

continued

looking down the hall in the direction Swordsman had departed. "If he
becomes a problem, Elektra, I want you to use your talents to..."

... -- ....

As it terminates a sentence.

Right. Got it with this and the others like it.

He turned to see Elektra was no longer there. Looking down the corridor,

he

saw that she was not only no longer behind him, but nowhere in sight.

She

had somehow managed to disappear within a twenty meter long section of
featureless corridor in less than ten seconds without making a sound.

Sneaky like ninja!

Well... yes. :)

Tarou was equally mystified. "Ninjas. Go figure."

Heh!

See? You and Tarou think alike. Aren't you happy now? :)

The Mandarin made a face at the request. "Do keep your base instincts to
yourself. She has not irritated me to the point I wish her a lingering
death, or a fate worse than one."

Big words considering his own plans for Thor.

Can you say 'hypocrite', Herb?

Knew ya' could.

Herb: Don't be silly. I'll win her over yet. I'm gonna be an Emporer, you
know.

"Only out of necessity, not out of some primal urge," the Mandarin

assured h

im. "Be patient. Hundreds of women will flock to you once you are in a
position of power."

Huh. Not sure what's going on with that, but the word 'him' appears to
be... broken.

I think it's a mailer thing on my end.

Elektra ripped off his mask and grabbed his face roughly. She forced him

to

look at her while she stared at him. The blue in his iris' was nearly

milky

white as the rest of his eyes. "You're blind!" she said in shock.

iris' -- Unless there are multiple iri, I think this should be 'irises'.

Oops. Yep.

"He's right," Hawkeye said. "Would this Shampoo want you to risk placing

so

many people in jeopardy for her sake?"

Elektra: YES.

Irony. Gotta love it.

But now, during
what might have been the most important moment of her life, he had

returned,

like the legendary Phoenix her people spoke of.

Now... there's a thought.

^_^

"So many targets, so much opposition. Who should fall next?"

"How about you?"

This should be brief.

Yep. Not every long atall.

Giant Man looked at his handiwork in satisfaction. "That's for trying to

cut

me to pieces."

Oh, yeah. Punching him several meters down the hall for missing you with
a lazer. That's fair.

*snicker*

When you're a good guy that doesn't kill, yep. :)

With a moment's reprieve, the Mandarin stood up and raised his left hand
once more. He would use electricity this time, followed by another burst

of

flame. Then perhaps some ice to cool his opponent off. Say, a cocoon of

it

five feet thick?

Nah, we already KNOW that doesn't work.

It will for now.

Giant Man cried out in pain at having his hands burnt in similar fashion

to

what the Fixer had done. But this time he maintained enough

concentration to

keep his grip firm. Instead he drove the Mandarin upward, ramming the
villain's head into the stone ceiling of the passageway.

... yeah, that'd do it.

Oui.

Through the majority of his life he had been surrounded by people who

always

told him so, and he had paid them well to make sure they stayed around

to

confirm that fact. That information enabled him to go through life

secure in

the knowledge he was smarter, better looking, stronger, and richer than
anyone else. Of course he always made the right choices. He was perfect.

Kuno: I'm smart enough, I'm good enough, and doggone it, I pay people to
like me.

Money might not buy all kinds of happiness, but it works pretty darn good on
many of them. :)

and had decided to practice kendo with the impressive piece of hardware.

In

his expert hands, with its offensive capabilities, he summarily defeated

the

assassins wearing the so-called 'Raider' armor, just as they had

undoubtedly

done to the rest of his family.

Hmm. This begs the question of when we'll see the wrath of Pinapple Man.

I'll let a spoiler in here. He really is dead. Mysterious 'Mistress' wasn't
that incompetent.

quickly. He couldn't access any funds from the company. Any activity in

his

accounts would indicate he was alive and the assassins could come after

him.

So he was forced to seek employment, something he only had a passing
familiarity with, and even then it was only in the sense that he knew
employed people, rather than having been employed himself.

*SNICKER*

He is quite the elitest snob, in contrast to Kodachi.

but the police had the audacity to accuse him of stealing! Unable to

bear

the insult, Tatewaki easily knocked both of them out. Regrettably, they

had

the foresight to call for backup, and he was forced to render a half

dozen

officers insatiate.

insatiate - insensate

I'm reasonably sure you mean he knocked them out, instead of making them
impossible to satisfy.

Otherwise, I'd susupect a strong Corwin influence on this story....

Heh. No. It was my bad all right.

bedchamber where an incredibly attractive Chinese woman resided. Or she
would have been incredibly attractive, save for the fact she had to be

at

least thirty. Tatewaki Kunou, age seventeen, was only interested in

girls

about his own age. Besides, the woman reminded him of his dear departed
mother, except for the two peculiar locks of hair that stood up

slightly,

then bent forward almost like antenna.

Hmmm....

Shh. No one is supposed to know it's Mutsumi.




Heh. Fooled ya.

advances, much to her surprise. Later, after he had worked with her on
several occasions, she said something curious about his ego being the

only

one that was so tremendous that it rendered him immune to the effects of

her

Aphrodisiac Incense.

*snicker*

Tate's Big Ego does have its advantages.

looking yellow buckets on their heads, with only a wire mesh grill to

look

out. The men, who Swordsman's compatriots referred to as A.I.M., proved
little problem, however, the small army of various androids they

employed

was very powerful. Swordsman was forced to use all of his blade's

various

functions and his best techniques to destroy them.

Another reference I missed....

Villianous group of badguys. And yes, they do look like they wear buckets on
their heads.

"Of course not!"

"I feel so misled," Swordsman admitted.

Only you, Kuno. Only you.

Another Master of the Obvious, yes. But he's fun at the same time too.

times. But now his employer had killed more people in a single moment

than

anyone else in the history of the world without a second thought. The

full

impact of that made Swordsman wonder if he had truly embarked on the

right

course after all. True, he would be given control over most of Japan, as

was

his due, for he was a born leader, but the cost...

Well when you compare it to the Black Death, which wiped out between 1/4
and 1/2 of the population of Europe over the span of just four or five
years, it's not THAT bad....

Yes, but he did it in one second. Much faster time, that.

grateful for the new golden era he would bring. In return for

bequeathing

such greatness to them, he would be paid proper tribute by the populace.
They would bestow upon him wealth and respect. He could have the largest
collection of concubines the world had ever seen. Wouldn't it all be

worth

the sacrifice? Some bad in the short term for long term good?

Well, he's still Kuno.

You never know. Maybe he's right. :)

"Why are you... For your sake you'd better not have molested my woman."

... -- ....

'his' woman?

He's possessive, he is.

gasped "Oh -- gasped, "Oh

So the duo began to discreetly follow the path the girl had taken.

... you know, I'm slowly begining to see Mint as the opposite of Ranma in
this one. 'cept, for some reason, Genma's advice appears to be superior
to Mint's collection of lore.

Heh. Never thought of it that way, but in some ways you're right.

The mocking dance enraged the Incredible Bwee and he launched himself at
Speed Demon. The speedster proved too quick as he was out of the way

before

the piglet had risen more than a couple of centimeters off the ground.

The

leap only succeeded in punching a hole through yet another wall.

Incredible Bwee... I like that, but it's not QUITE as good as the
A-bra-mination.

Thank Gary for that. He's the one that gave it to me.

The Hulk's muscles bulged and his hands curled into anvil-like fists.
Spittle flew from his mouth as he shouted, "Where is Not-So-Little-Man

who

dared to hit Hulk?! Now that Hulk is big again, Hulk will smash!"

"Oh boy," Power Man said as he prepared for the fight of his life.

Ah... this is great. On to part two!

Will try to do the same as well.

D.B. Sommer



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