Drunken Mulberry White Palm Art

As they continued forward within the forest they held their weapons alertly as they walked as a group.

After continuing for a little while one of them tripped over suddenly and the others began to laugh at him.

He raised his head as his face became red with embarrassment. "Alright. Don't laugh. Let's go."

He hurried to his feet and increased his speed to run ahead of them out of embarrassment when suddenly a thin line spread across his neck.

He tried to turn back to warn his comrades but he could not let out a voice as he fell backwards.

Several of the people within the group took our their bow and arrows and began to take aim and surveyed their surroundings.

Unknown to many of them within the group a small item landed by their feet which then exploded the moment the man within their group perished.

Suddenly a red light began to flicker within the smokey mist that seemed to mix with it and travel in a certain direction further blocking their vision.

Light footsteps could barely be heard by the group which travelled around the groups surroundings and several arrows began to be fired within the crowd inside the smokey mist that had a little red mixed and slowly began to increase over time.

The large group of northerners were greatly confused by the enemies tactics that seemed to be keeping a distance while seemingly travelling between the trees within the forest some distance away from them.

The footsteps travelled quickly past the location where they had passed though safely and then continued around in a circle while continuing to fire arrows within the crowd.

A raised and stern voice was heard suddenly within the confused voices and the yelling out in pain of some people within the group. "Immediately head towards the direction of the footsteps! We cannot continue to stay in this location any longer! The enemy is trying to keep their distance and take us our from far away and confuse our senses. There is only the sound of one persons footsteps that I can hear so far so let's quickly capture and kill them before we lose anyone else or suffer any injuries."

Unbeknownst to them the smoke and arrows were merely a distraction to let them not notice the true goal.

Behind a tree nearby a figure stepped out from behind and as one person found themselves out of the mist and could regain their senses a large thin figure charged right towards them without enough time for them to react.

The speed was so fast and the attack was so sudden that the northerner could not defend himself in time.

Several blades impaled his chest and the force of the sudden attack gave him enough of a shock to fall back and lose his footing.

The blades caused more damage as they were removed from his body cutting apart more of his insides and outer skin.

As he fell to the ground he still was alive but he felt something terribly wrong with his wound.

He pulled apart his clothing with a face full of pain which revealed his chest wound which began to show many small and thin dark green lines that began to spread on his skin around the wound and within his body at a fast speed.

His pained enhanced and he could no longer tolerate the pain so he passed out but then suddenly the final moments of his life the dark green infected blood began to leave his body and became a part of the red and smokey mist as if it was being controlled by something.

Another figure dropped a bow and something else on the ground after finishing her task and then rushed into the mist mixed with smokey, red and dark green colours with a mask on her face.

After Ki entered the mist the taller figure followed behind her immediately.

Within the mist Ki began to come face to face with her enemies and immediately attacked without her weapon drawn.

A layer of white began to spread on the skin of her hands and as the first attack came towards her she staggered to the side avoiding the sword and then extended her hand to grab onto the arm of the attacker delicately and then released it.

She then moved closer to send a gentle palm strike to the chest of the person and then travelled to the next person within the group.

She stepped towards the next person and avoided an attack from her side and front and kept herself low towards the ground as her knees bent and then continued forwards.

A palm strike landed on the stomach of the person a scream was heard from behind.

Ki swiftly avoided another thrust of a sword towards her body which missed her and entered the body of their companion.

Behind them one of the men let out a scream in utter terror as white lines began to spread on the parts of their body that had been touched, he could not stop the white from spreading across his body so he began to consider removing a part of their body.

He held out his arm and removed a dagger from his waist and began to cut around the infected area to remove the poisoned skin and insides and continued his screams of pain as his blood dripped to the ground and became a part of the mist.

As he cut the skin on his arm he looked towards the part of his chest that had been attacked and then ripped the clothing around the wound and placed the dagger around the white part of the skin.

All of a sudden he felt as if his strength was draining and his blood was rapidly leaving the wound on his arm.

He slowly began to lose his strength and fell powerlessly to the ground as a red mist mixed with white began to spread within the dark green, red and smokey grey mist.

Ki continued to enter the group of people and make contact with the parts of their exposed skin with the palms of her hands and sent out several palm strikes towards their legs, stomach, side or back.

During the battle she focussed on practicing her drunken mulberry palm arts but also utilising her white noxious palm technique that created a layer of poison on the skin of her hands.