Dead Shot Duck

The black-clad warrior darted across the rooftops at breakneck speed, never turning back for a moment. He would lose speed or stumble otherwise.

And who wanted to see the tiger chasing him while there was obvious murder in her eyes? "Come back here!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. The figure jumped over a large gap between the houses and plunged right across the widest road in the village. He landed on the ground, dashing into a narrow alleyway. Tigress jumped off the roof and followed, snarling at the mouth.

She ran through the alley and found the back completely empty with no trace of the figure. Just a bunch of boxes and crates left for disposal. "Where are you? ZENG!" Tigress shouted. "I know you're around here!" She took a swipe at the boxes, but nothing was underneath. Finally, Po came, huffing and out of breath, leaning on the nearby wall.

"Whew! Okay, uh you run fast," He panted.

"He's not going to get away this time," Tigress growled. "Show yourself, Zeng!"

"Whoa, Tigress, take it easy."

"He's not going to get away from me. He has to explain his actions."

"Yeah but stalking him like a piece of bok choi isn't going to do it," Po said. But Tigress didn't listen.

"I know you're here Zeng. Come out!"

"Don't you think it's a bad idea to say his name?"

"If the generals don't get him. I will," Tigress growled.

"Maybe you'll find him if you stop acting like you'll murder him?!" Po said, raising his voice.

The tiger glared, "You don't understand, Po."

She took another swipe at the boxes while Po just stood with his mouth slightly ajar.

"Really?" Po said. "I don't know what it's like to feel betrayed?" Tigress stopped herself. "I don't know what it feels like to be told all your life about someone that when you finally meet them, they're completely different?" She slowly felt an awful feeling come up her spine. "I don't know what it's like to question whether or not the person you've known for so long is actually the person they claim to be? I don't know what it's like to finally meet the people you hear stories about only for them to treat you completely different? I don't know any of that? Huh, maybe I don't, Master Tigress."

The sting of the "Master Tigress" made her shrink. She knew now what the feeling up her spine was.

Regret.

"Po... I-"

"Maybe I don't know anything, but I'm at least willing to learn what I don't know. And I don't take my frustrations out on other people," Po muttered, crossing his arms. Tigress's ears drooped.

"Seems like you've stepped on a few toes, Stripes." Said a voice from the trash bags in the corner. The figure came out, dusting off the smelly garbage he doused himself in. He looked up at the panda and tiger and gave a small smirk. "Hello, Tigress."

The goose that came to Po and Tigress's waist stood with a black eye mask and an inky Chinese straw hat. He had a black vest with several pockets and compartments sewn into the impressively dense fabric. A strap with daggers, knives, and two swords on his back completed his outfit.

"WHOOOOOOOOOAAAA! Sooo cool," Po gleefully said. But he heard the growl and roar launching themselves at the duck. "Tigress, wait!"

Zeng ducked and dodged Tigress's swipes and punches with each turn. He suddenly jumped over her kick, knocked her standing leg off the ground, and as she plummeted onto her back, he held a sword to her neck.  Tigress growled. "Easy, Stripes," Zeng smirked. "That story about Dead Shot Duck memorizing people's moves with ease isn't just a story."