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"Holy shit!", Jishin said aloud at what she had just witnessed, over the past several hours she had been contracted to deal with a small sect of raiders the bunch of which had decided it best to extort and vandalized several businesses. Now you may be asking: 'what made her utter such foul words?', well it seemed that one had stumbled onto the local Butcher's building.
Catching a view of one of the bandits she jogged toward the business, watching the events unfold through the central glass window of the building. In moments the situation escalated, the bandit holding a large club swung at the Butcher who aptly ducked back reaching for a rather large meat cleaver, who then with unexpected ease slammed the blade atop the Bandit's cranium causing him to fall to the tiled floor in a bloody heap. The spectacle was unexpected to say the least; she entered the shop watching as the Butcher placed a foot upon the Dead man's chest digging his cleaver from the man's head through the cracked mask which covered his face. The Butcher grunted looking toward the Shinobi with beguiling smirk upon his face, "Don't worry about me lass, there's a few more causing the trouble. The other owners, they're far more hesitant when it comes to dealing with these type of people. Best get going, little Kunoichi." the man placed his weapon back upon the counter grabbing the dead fellow by his heels, dragging him toward the back of the shop. She wished to question the man on his expertise in the murderous art, but he was quite correct that the other three bandits were probably out and about causing quite the stir. Her eyes lingered on the trail of blood from the dead man which now lead to the back door of the shop, she would simply have to chat with the man at a later day. He seemed to be of an interesting sort.

Leaving the shop she returned to the street, looking about the area until the shrill scream of a woman made its way to her ears, "Fire!" the woman screamed pointing toward another building, one Jishin did not recognize, the building was enveloped by flames, utterly unsaveable. Standing in front of the burning building stood another of the gang, uttering some gibberish that sounded something like 'Pwip-Pwip' chortling as he did so. Beside the villain sat a carton of glass bottles with what appeared to be rags sticking from the top, obviously he had created some Molotovs for their incursion into town. Quickly she sprinted toward the man, the people now running away from the bandit forcing her to slow and make way through a mass crowd. Pushing pedestrians out of the way she finally gained access to the bandit who was far too absorbed with the fire to notice anyone had managed to get close to him, with practiced proficiency she wrapped her left forearm around the bandit's neck who immediately tried to struggle out of it yelling out all sorts of gibberish as he flailed about. Moments later his body became limp, unconscious, deciding it best her pressure continued on for several more minutes asphyxiating him, effectively snuffing the man out. She felt it was far too dangerous to leave him alive, as there was always the chance that he would awaken and press on to more dangerous activities. Dropping the dead body onto the ground and leaving the building to burn she moved on to find the other two.

The next seemed content with vandalizing a wall, tagging it with a spray can, in red the stone wall was now covered with obscenities and his name which was just a bunch of nonsense letters combined, or she thought that was his name anyway. Approaching him in the same manor as the last didn't work, as she grew closer the Bandit turned facing her chortling as he did so, obviously proud of his artwork.

He made no attempt at escape, standing still with the spray paint still in his grasp. Jishin raised her hands as she closed in on the man, expecting him to throw a few punches, still at a slight disadvantage as her right hand wasn't up to par as it usually was, hopefully she wouldn't have to use it. Once within grappling distance she reached out to the man grabbing him by the shoulder, he responded by lifting the spray-paint and attempting to blind her. Luckily she managed to avoid most of the spray knocking the can away with her right hand, which immediately flared up in pain. Aggravated that she had been forced to user her injured hand she meticulously began to eliminate the threat; wrapping her inside leg around the man's outer she then pressed down upon the shoulder which she still had a grasp upon tripping the man and forcing him to the ground. With the downward momentum from the trip she knelt and punched the man in the solar plexus, forcing the air from his lungs. She then delivered a swift punch to mask which protected his head, effectively breaking a quarter of the mask and sending it flying several feet. Looking down at the criminal, it seemed he was in no position to get up and go anywhere, and seemed to be far less dangerous than the previous two she deemed it would be acceptable to allow him to live. Still, she wouldn't allow him to get up and leave while she was searching for the final member of the group, lifting up his left leg she delivered a swift downward kick at the kneecap fracturing his patella. Physically there was no longer a way he could possibly get up and leave.

The fourth and final member was not far from the last, his hands were wrapped and his knuckles were bloodied. The little bastard was standing over what appeared to be an older man, his face looked more or less like hamburger meat, the situation was fairly obvious. The Bandit had just beaten someone to the verge of death, or perhaps even passed that verge as she couldn't tell if the man was breathing. The Bandit peered up from the man toward Jishin giggling as he did so, then back toward the man taking him by the collar with both of his hands standing the man, who was apparently alive, he then let go with his right hand to deliver a final blow to the man's face before tossing him off to the side. His attention focused totally upon Jishin he proceeded to crack his knuckles moving toward her, he seemed to like being the aggressor. "Should have ran.", a toothy smile coming across her face as she once again raised her fists in a defensive position. The raider didn't reply instead charging her hopping from his left foot in an attempt to throw a craze hay maker, which missed as she ducked under catching the arm as it moved over her. Bending his arm backward as she stood Jishin managed to lock the arm behind his back, then pressing downward she forced him to his knees. Looking over toward the man he had just beaten the thought of killing him lingered in her mind, but it would serve little purpose. She would allow the judicial system to do such a thing, punching him in the back of the neck she rendered him unconscious. Mission complete.

Walking back with the man draped over her shoulders she was greeted by Butcher who had gathered the other two and placed them with their dead cohort. Jishin briefly thanked him, explaining how she would love to hear his story at a later date in time, for the time being she had to bring the bodies to the mission post as proof of completion. Which she promptly did of course.