Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

The Master Returns

The Yakuza leader spoke something in Chinese, causing all the men to run at her at once. Each of them charged at her with their swords. But if anyone knew this sitch, it was her.

She wasn't going to let the people from behind take her down, so they were the clear first target. She spun around just in time to duck under a blade jabbing right at her skull.
She spun in her right leg and swept his feet out from underneath him. As soon as he was even in motion of dropping to the ground, another man charged at her. She ducked at a perfect 90 degrees just as a blade swung over her head.

With her closest hand, she used all the power she could conjure up and punched him square in the side of the ribs. There was so much force in her jab that she felt the actual cracking of the man's ribs. He howled in pain as Kim then disarmed the blade from his hand and spin-kicked him in the jaw.

When she looked up, another swordsman was running at her with his sword aiming directly ahead. Sloppy. She easily evaded the charging blade and spun around behind him. She was going to completely take him down with a head-bash to her knee, but another man came slicing down on her. She only had time to back-kick him away and defend against the man running at her.

The foot she used to back-kick the previous man, she brought back forward and kicked the running man where the sun don't shine. With the momentum of his running, when he dropped to his knees he also rolled and hit his face in the soggy dirt. Kim used the hell of the same foot to stomp his face into the ground.

There was only a couple she had taken down, yet she was already starting to pant. This was going to be harder than she thought. But even with her being outnumbered, she carefully remembered what she and Don had talked about. She wanted to go back to fighting how she used to. Not how she did now, she didn't want it to come to it.

But while her mind scattered at the thought of his words, she wasn't paying attention to her back. She heard quick footsteps up behind her, and quickly broke free from her dazed trance. But, her reaction time wasn't quick enough. She barely leapt forward in time to dodge the blade, and boy did she pay for it.

The edge of the razor sharp blade sliced against her back, cutting completely through her mission black sweater.

"Aaaahhh—AAAAHHHHHH!" The girl screamed in pain, and dropped to her knees. She felt the goosebumps as her cold blood quickly started to run down her back. She breathed heavily, trying to pass the shock of the blow and get it over with. She could hear the coarse sound of the sharp blade slicing through the wind again. On alert she quickly rolled out of the way, ignoring the pain of her back touching the wet ground. But the swordsman wasn't done yet. As she rolled to her back, she watched as the sword came slashing down upon her.

Sorry, Donald. Not this time.

Kim then kicked the man in the side of the knee as hard as she could, and watched his leg bend in ways it never should. He screamed loudly in bloody agony, buying Kim some time. She had finally had it with the outnumbering men.

The pure anger and frustration was all it took to bring her back to her feet. She was on full alert now. The next man she saw, she felt damn sorry for. Before he even had time to bring his sword up, Kim had punched him square in the throat. He began choking, and gasping for air. She then grabbed him by the arm and flipped him to the ground. As soon as his back landed, Kim squeezed on his arm and completely twisted it in a 360. His scream echoed loudly, definitely catching the attention of someone.

A certain someone.

She finally finished him off by stomping on his face, breaking his nose and some of his teeth in the process. The next member had just as bad of luck. He jumped high in the air, in attempt to slash his heaving blade through the top of her skull. Well aware, Kim knew the perfect defense.