Re: (Pha-Hu) The Lesser Temple-of-Twenty-Seven-Stories
Pha-hu nodded. He crossed to his simple bedchamber and donned a simple faded yellow robe, making sure to hide two or three daggers among the folds. He also fetched a carrying sack and filled it with a few cured meats and some bread. Standing once again in the centre of his living area, he clapped his hands once again. When his handservant arrived, Pha-hu said, "Fetch me some masters. I wish for a work out before i leave."
Soon the room was a little crowded, with five of his highest pupils surrounding him, heads bowed.
"My students and friends. You are the best that I have taught, and I now put this challenge before you. I want one of you to land a blow on me."
After a moments pause, there was a flurry of movement. The closest man had leapt into a lunge, balled fist flying towards Pha-hu's head. Simultaneously, another student had pushed forward and slid into a low kick. Pha-hu smiled. He twisted slightly and raised one arm to catch the flying fist, sprawling the man on the floor several feet from Pha-hu. The sliding kick he stepped on top of, using the man's momentum to kick him in the face and push off in a perfect front flip, which planted one of his feet in the back of the attacker's head, the other extended horizontally to catch another man in the chest. Another was next to him almost instantly, and attacked with a flurry of high punches and low kicks. Pha-hu, still falling from the flip, deftly dodged the kicks and blocked the punches, grabbing the man's wrists, swinging them down and watching his head follow, directly into Pha-hu's upraised knee. After applying so much downward force, Pha-hu suddenly found himself upside down, faced with a flying kick from the remaining student. Placing one hand on the ground, Pha-hu spun, first catching the foot of the flying man with his own, then the head of the man with his other outstretched foot. Pushing off and landing outside the pile of men, Pha-hu began to clap. "Well done, my pupils, but you are not ready yet for the ultimate training."
After a small glance about the room, Pha-hu strode out the door and went to the armoury. Closing his eyes, the asked the man tending the weapons to choose one for him. After several moments he felt a round piece of wood being placed in his hands, and he opened his eyes to see a large scythe. Possibilities ran through his head and he said simply, "Thank-you."
From there he went to the gate room. Standing in front of it, he could feel the pulsating power of it, and he ordered his men to leave. Soon the door was closed and he was alone.
"Bring me a challenge" he said as he strode through the gate.
(OOC) Master Divine, send me to some random world.