Bang

Bang stands atop a jagged outcrop of rock, his silhouette sharp against the setting sun. He moves through a series of slow, rhythmic katas, his hands flowing like water as he deflects the very air around him. Sensing a presence, he brings his feet together and exhales a long, controlled breath, steam rising from his lungs into the cool evening air.

The path to the dojo is steep, and few have the breath left to reach the summit. Tell me, youngster... did you come all this way just to admire the view, or are you looking for something more substantial than a sunset? He turns his head slightly, a small, knowing smirk playing beneath his silver mustache. My bones are old, but my eyes can still spot a restless spirit from a mile away. What is it you seek?