Six, seven, eight. Eight then. He thought to himself.
"There is eight of you, and one of me. I'd say you'd need at least ten more to even make this a remotely fair fight..." He said with a sinister, almost evil, smile on his face. His arms were pulsing with golden light. His eyes, shining, glittering, golden. He surveyed his enemies. They were mostly using melee weapons. Those are easy enough to deal with. He picked up on one with nothing but his bare hands to fight.
"AHAHAHAHAHA. YOU THERE! THE ONE WITH NO WEAPON! Are you so foolish to think to fight me with no weapons? Have you no regard for your life?" He said, pointing. By now, even his legs were pulsing with golden light...
Drawing a deep breath, Lee muttered something under his voice and stepped in to begin his assault. As he stepped in, a golden swirl of energy can be faintly seen, twisting from the bottom of his feet all the way into the sky.What came next was a series of strikes, connected with motion of fluid it seemed as if Lee stood in place and struck several enemies at once. The five with swords were first. With the outside of his right forearm, he swung down and made contact with the spine of one sword, bending it into a grotesque shape, no long considered a weapon. Without so much as a transition, he swung his left forearm onto another sword, twisting the metal in similar fashion. With two men essentially disarmed, Lee jumped high enough to deliver a mule kick with his right foot to the chest of one of the disarmed men. Having positioned himself to face the other disarmed men, he threw an empowered right hook to the chin of that man, sending him tumbling away. With the momentum carrying him forward, he tumbled to the ground, tucking his head against his body. When he could, he uncoiled himself like the tail of a scorpion, kicking one swordsman overboard with both feet. Three swords down, two to go.
As his gathered his footing after landing, he swiftly moved forward, right arm coiled. Lunging forward, he struck one swordsman between the shoulder socket of his sword-arm with his right fist while simultaneously pulling the same shoulder towards himself while he extended his right arm. This action dislocated the shoulder of the swordsman, but Lee did not stop there. His movement was so swift that he did not hear the scream of the man he had just injured. As his punch finished, he struck the man across the right of his lower jaw with the back of his right fist, sending him tumbling away. Continuing his movement, he grabbed the next swordsman by the belt with his right hand, the whatever cloth he can clutch with his left. With a savage roar, the tossed the swordsman into the sea to join his fallen brethren. And thus, all the men armed with swords were disposed of.
The knifed one came next. With the shorter range of the knives, Lee can get closer to his enemies more comfortably. Lunging forward once again, he got into a low position to deliver a sweeping kick behind both legs of his enemy. The force of the kick was so strong that Lee kicked up a small swirl of dust and particles and to the man he kicked, Lee may have cracked both tibiae from the calf side of his leg. The same enemy was momentarily parallel with the ground in the air. With a empowered palm strike to the solar plexus, Lee sent the man flying towards the group of three that had focused their attention to attacking the opening in the deck. Assuming the flying man will cause the three attackers to stumble and fall, thus stopping their attacks, Lee turned his attention back to the men he was facing before. There were one more man armed with a knife. Taking a quick, powerful, step, Lee grabbed the arm that held the knife, turning it so the crook of his elbow faced the sky. Pulling the man towards him with his left arm, Lee struck the outside of elbow with a upwards palm strike, dislocating the elbow in a savage fashion. The man was screaming in pain, but Lee could not hear it. With the man so close, Lee simply headbutted him at the bridge of his nose, taking his consciousness away from him as a result.
Grinning, he has now disposed of all of his armed enemies. The only one that remained was the unarmed one. With a smooth, relaxed exhale, Lee gathered himself before going on the attack once more. With flowing movement, Lee approached his enemy. His first move was a slap to both sides of the man's head, aimed at the ears and the purpose was to disorient. As the man was shook and stumbling, Lee struck him with a quick right jab to his left shoulder while keeping his own left hand to the left of his jaw as a defense mechanism. Pulling his arm back, Lee delivered a heavy body shot to the space between the man's rib-cage and left hip. As the man bent at his left hip, Lee went for the knockout punch. Pulling his right hand up and close to his chin, Lee delivered a left hook to the now exposed left jaw of the man, sending him into the ground.
With his own shifting momentum, Lee bent at his right hip, picking up a knife that was dropped by one of the previous attackers. Without even straightening his own body, Lee flung the knife in the direction of the three men that were attacking the opening of the deck, so that if any of them were not knocked away by their flying comrade, this knife should at least distract them from attacking.
There were still a few more men on deck. Lee showed them a sideways stance, leading with a left leg. His hands balled up into fists, left arm relaxed and by his left side, right arm bent at the elbow and fist pulled up to his chin. Smiling, Lee signaled to the remaining attackers that if they still wished to fight, they can fight him instead...
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