Walking in through the gates of the village, Britanny tried to keep up with her sister. The older Diggers was in a hurry, and in her human form, the werecheetah was having trouble keeping up with the currently taller, ‘healthier’ blonde.
Not that Britanny was out of shape; her hybrid form was superhuman after all... It’s just that her human form had its limitations and was a little below average when it came to other people...
...And far below average when it came to her breasts, (even though her hybrid form had it in spades). It was hell trying to find a bra that could shift between holding a set of barely registered A Cup, to a sudden Double, nearly Triple D.
Shaking her head, Britanny wondered if this was some sort of practical joke from the creator of her race, whoever that may have been. Her human form hinted at anything BUT the truly graceful and majestic creature she truly was.
“C’mon, Britanny,” Gina spoke up without looking behind her. “I can hear all the commotion coming this way!” She said as she stepped up the pace of her firm stride. The sounds were getting louder, and with every step, Gina was mentally prepping herself on what she knew of several Chinese dialects, but was expecting Mandarin, considering the geographical location.
Making their way past a few of the brick buildings, Britanny was getting impatient. Damn it! It was so WRONG for her sister to be able to out-walk her! “Hey, Gina! Slow down you big-OOF!”
Gina stood firm where she stopped as her sister suddenly slammed into her backside and was sent to the ground.
“OW!” Britanny yelped as she sat up, her left hand on her side. “Damn it, Gina! What’s the...big...idea...?” Was all the human form werecheetah could manage to say before she realized what had caused Gina to stop.
A log... But not just any log. This thing was a tree-trunk with a length taller than any of the buildings, with a diameter of that of two cars, possibly a tree which had been hundreds of years old. It was raised in the air by simple means, two stone structures at either end with thick golden-dyed silk ropes holding it up.
To Gina, it was amazing enough how simple building materials were withstanding the weight of a possibly petrified piece of wood. Even more so since two women were in combat atop it, their weight and sudden movements stressing the structure further.
One woman, although with her hair in two buns, was seemingly a rather masculine giant, waving and making stabbing motions with a zambatoh, a weapon that was a mixture of spear and mace that was popular with Asia. She was dressed in fine blue silks with dyed floral patterns, a piece of blackened iron manifold around her waist to protect her abdomen, and matching shoulder-guards acting as armor. She seemed intent on crushing her opponent with the weapon that was seemingly larger than her.
The other woman, far lither and feminine than the other, was decked out in green slit pants with a rather nice floral-patterned silk top of a lighter green. She held a Qing Long-styled blade in her right hand, a Chinese blade that had been very popular in China and Korea. She wasn’t even a third of a size the other woman was, but because of that, was moving quickly atop the somewhat shaking log. She seemed intend on trying to get past the other woman’s intent of bodily harm to cause her own damage.
Having gotten to her feet, Britanny took her sister out of her reverie. “Gina, what kind of festival is this?” She asked in complete shock.
Slowly looking towards her sister, Gina was able to answer the werecheetah, “This isn’t a festival, Brit. This is a tournament.”
Britanny blinked her eyes, looking back up at the two women who were locked in struggle, those gathered on the ground giving the area a wide berth, but their full attention, cheering and shouting words the cloaked blonde couldn’t make out at the top of their lungs. “Okay, so it’s a tournament...” She agreed as she saw the woman in green getting pushed back towards on end of the log
Frowning, Gina grabbed onto her sister’s shoulder, to stir her from the awe of the battle. “Brit! We have no time for sight-seeing!” She shouted at her younger sister in a hypocritical fashion. “We need to find someone.”
Britanny frowned. “Well, I don’t think we’ll find anyone interested in helping us as long as there’s fighting going on,” The tanned blonde said with an amount of reasoning she didn’t show often. But then again, when one couldn’t depend on their primary attributes, they had to fall back on other things.
Needless to say, it caught Gina’s attention. “All right, fine. We’ll wait until this fight is over...” She told her sister. “But as soon as it’s over and people are calming down, we’re going to find someone who can help us.”
Britanny nodded her head. “Sure...” She said as she turned back to watch the fighting, the larger woman seemingly had the advantage over the younger woman.
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Traveling along the beaten path through the stone-laden area, Ranma and his father followed the Jusenkyo Guide as the man in the Maoist uniform led them toward where he said there was a nearby village they could purchase some goods. As they hiked down the mountain path, Ranma grumbled as he mentally considered what had gone through. After all, the past decade hadn’t exactly been all that kind to him, but he knew that for a person to excel in the art, one had to suffer. The Neko-Ken, running from wolves, jumping trains, that ocean-born thingy, and all sorts of other worse things, Ranma could genuinely understand.
BUT COME ON!! What the hell had possessed his old man to take them to this Jusenkyo! Ranma was willing to make any sacrifice for the art if he had to but not THAT ONE!!!
“Here honored sirs!” The Guide spoke up as they stopped by the wall of rock which had a waterfall cascading into a small lake at the base of the mountain side. He motioned towards the waterfall, where one could make out was a tunnel hidden by the rushing water. “Through here, we soon be able to visit rustic village of Amazon Womans.”
Standing back and avoiding the cool mist that was rising from a nearby waterfall, Ranma frowned. He turned to the Guide and asked, “Hey, old guy, ain’t there another way around this place?” After all, he had just gotten back to being a guy thanks to that old Chinaman’s tea kettle. He didn’t want to be a girl so soon.
“Oh, so sorry honored customer, sir,” The short bald man apologized sincerely. “But this shortest way to get to next village. Otherwise, we take entire day to go around falls and up mountain path.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Genma ‘hmph’ed. “Come on boy,” He said the title in a demeaning tone. “You’re not afraid of a little water, now are you? Afraid of turning back into a little sniveling girl you’ve become?”
“I’m NOT a sniveling girl!” Ranma snarled as he pushed past the old fart and into the waterfall, feeling the change come over him instantly. Oh, his old man was REALLY beginning to piss him off...
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