Meme Doc P.H.D
Bronze Tiger #5: Rejuvenate
Ben: “You’re telling me she’s still out there, trying to kill us?”
Ling: “I’m reiterating the fact that she’s still being brainwashed. If you got a guy who’s also named Dragon after you, it’s not good.”
Dragon: “What about him in Gotham?”
Ling: “I won’t worry too much about that guy. We’re already going to Japan, and there’s someone holding the League at bay, right, Henderson?”
Henderson: “Yup.” (He snores off.)
Ling: *sighs* Yeah. She’s totally under command alright. Gotta stay alert.
***
We’re sitting flying mid air, for the last couple of hours. I can’t say if I like jets, but I’m more of a chopper guy—that’s how I operate on my missions.
But seriously, it’s Shiva. I haven’t met her in years, and now I know the fact that she’s still with the league, it ain’t good. Ling admitted being guilty for betraying me, causing the rift between the three of us. I find it hard to forgive both men, and even her too. Things get complicated further when she wants me dead.
It all has to do with my associates killing off those who disavow them. In my first year of service, I saw it happen, much to him and the Sensei’s pleasure. And so over time it becomes League tradition....
Until I left them, and now they’re after me. I don’t know how long it can last, but I only know I’m headed for some sparring..
Dragon: “The dojo. I’ve been doing stuff for the same amount of time like you, Ben. You may leave, Ling. I’ll contact you later.”
Ling: “Sure thing. Me and my team will be hanging around....”
Ben: “You prepping me for training again?”
Dragon: “Here, catch this.” (Ben catches a vase with ease).
Ben: “What’s this supposed to mean?”
Dragon: “Your reflexes are fine. You and I both are considered to the world’s greatest martial artists. I see myself as a instructor, a pugilist....”
Ben: “So you’re saying I need to be cleansed? It’s more than just a match?”
Dragon: “Embracing your identity while ridding of it. Now, grab a staff—we will fight till dawn.”
***
And for hours it passed onto months. I trained alongside my former best friend, who became my mentor. He taught me meditation, breath control and lots of things, as I managed to find my footing in martial arts. Since my brainwashing had to go, Richard ensured it would work—just a few more days.....yep.
And for Ling, he worked as our assailant. He managed to open up to his other half of his Japanese roots and visited our dojo quite often.
Dragon: “The time has come. If you’re ready, then open this case.”
Ling: “Gotta prepare for it. I uh, managed to refurbish your claws while Henderson made it a bit sharper.”
Ben: “I am ready now.”
I open the case and get dressed soon. The socks surprisingly fit as well as the orange accents. Claws too, they come in a fine tuned gold colour which suits me.
As I put on the hood, smoke bombs throw into the glass panes, alerting the three of us. It is an ambush, but I don’t know if it is a simulation or a test. Ling readies his pistol and stands in a defensive position.
Dragon: “The League is here...consider this the final part of your training, Benjamin. But I will be glad to assist you with Mr Ling around.
Ben: “I smell 30 of them around. Who’s the leader?”
Dragon: “Shiva. I called her. I’m going to do what I must.”
Bronze Tiger #5: Rejuvenate
Ben: “You’re telling me she’s still out there, trying to kill us?”
Ling: “I’m reiterating the fact that she’s still being brainwashed. If you got a guy who’s also named Dragon after you, it’s not good.”
Dragon: “What about him in Gotham?”
Ling: “I won’t worry too much about that guy. We’re already going to Japan, and there’s someone holding the League at bay, right, Henderson?”
Henderson: “Yup.” (He snores off.)
Ling: *sighs* Yeah. She’s totally under command alright. Gotta stay alert.
***
We’re sitting flying mid air, for the last couple of hours. I can’t say if I like jets, but I’m more of a chopper guy—that’s how I operate on my missions.
But seriously, it’s Shiva. I haven’t met her in years, and now I know the fact that she’s still with the league, it ain’t good. Ling admitted being guilty for betraying me, causing the rift between the three of us. I find it hard to forgive both men, and even her too. Things get complicated further when she wants me dead.
It all has to do with my associates killing off those who disavow them. In my first year of service, I saw it happen, much to him and the Sensei’s pleasure. And so over time it becomes League tradition....
Until I left them, and now they’re after me. I don’t know how long it can last, but I only know I’m headed for some sparring..
Dragon: “The dojo. I’ve been doing stuff for the same amount of time like you, Ben. You may leave, Ling. I’ll contact you later.”
Ling: “Sure thing. Me and my team will be hanging around....”
Ben: “You prepping me for training again?”
Dragon: “Here, catch this.” (Ben catches a vase with ease).
Ben: “What’s this supposed to mean?”
Dragon: “Your reflexes are fine. You and I both are considered to the world’s greatest martial artists. I see myself as a instructor, a pugilist....”
Ben: “So you’re saying I need to be cleansed? It’s more than just a match?”
Dragon: “Embracing your identity while ridding of it. Now, grab a staff—we will fight till dawn.”
***
And for hours it passed onto months. I trained alongside my former best friend, who became my mentor. He taught me meditation, breath control and lots of things, as I managed to find my footing in martial arts. Since my brainwashing had to go, Richard ensured it would work—just a few more days.....yep.
And for Ling, he worked as our assailant. He managed to open up to his other half of his Japanese roots and visited our dojo quite often.
Dragon: “The time has come. If you’re ready, then open this case.”
Ling: “Gotta prepare for it. I uh, managed to refurbish your claws while Henderson made it a bit sharper.”
Ben: “I am ready now.”
I open the case and get dressed soon. The socks surprisingly fit as well as the orange accents. Claws too, they come in a fine tuned gold colour which suits me.
As I put on the hood, smoke bombs throw into the glass panes, alerting the three of us. It is an ambush, but I don’t know if it is a simulation or a test. Ling readies his pistol and stands in a defensive position.
Dragon: “The League is here...consider this the final part of your training, Benjamin. But I will be glad to assist you with Mr Ling around.
Ben: “I smell 30 of them around. Who’s the leader?”
Dragon: “Shiva. I called her. I’m going to do what I must.”