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Today the old wujen has brought an unusual individual here to the proving grounds.

Usually Amagato would teach pupils to harness thier own inner power and help to elevate them thru understanding.

Today was different story. Skeetch is a universally hated walking nightmare. Amagato will apply his honed aptitude of perception to learn as much from his

subject as possible w/the alterior motive of using Skeetch's skills to further his allies goals.

Raven has warned them of a huge force of devils forming nearby. ES would need pawns.

Amagato knows that sometimes it was prudent to turn evil against evil in some cases.

The growing sources of malevolence attracted to Elmshade had to be neutralized

Whatever motivated the hulking Trelf could be used to guide it. It was the way of the multiverse.

His subject was potentially very physically powerful but the old tutor was fast realizing Skeetch was a bit of a simpleton

Insofar he had convinced the trained Dragon-Slayer to attack the mokujin in exchange for a breakfast of garbage scraps and some shiny rocks.

What surprised the seasoned mentor was the creatures intense personality and adeptness with a primal form of psionics.

When Skeetch got excited things got destroyed. Annihalated mokujin lay in splinters knee deep to the 10' monster.

Currently Amagato shook his head in disbelief as the troll-thing gnawed on the wooden head of one of the animated tree maniquens

The mokujin are simple recyclable training dummies. They have no personality of thier own and he could endow them w/a number of skills, enough to test the mettle of even a seasoned warrior.

They had been destroyed before, but it had been some time since so many had been neutralized before breakfast.

As each of Skeetch's powers are activated by his emotions Amagato has to create a new jin.

As the old wujen stirred some broth he watched thru the opening. He recalled the last few hours w/an amused smile.

Earlier that day...

Amagato stood under 5'.

The troll thing in front of him stood over 9' even tho it hunched over considerably.

They were alone in the snow covered field except for the large tent and it's circle of saporling trees. The sky is gray and the wind brisk. Amagato drew his robes tighter against the wind.

The grease had froze in the trolls hair and an icicle of snot hung from his ugly nose. He didn't seem to care wether it was summer or winter

Ok, now Skeetch, you came with me becasue i promise to lead you to dragons

Pointing at him w/a broken claw Yess, yous say that Drago come here soon. He looked to the cloud filled sky. Yous lie old humon!! Skeetch to eat yous soon if no dragon come

Amagato reminded him, You swore that you would not do that for at least three days.

I no say what days maggot-man, he snorted at his own wit.

Well, while we wait I want you to engage in a physical contest w/a golem of my design

Skeetch looked at him as if he was speaking in pops and clicks. his dim intelligence was trying to decide how to act.

Amagato held a plam up to one of the small trees in the circle around them. The plant grew to almost 6' and took the form of a humans outline. It strode one pace forward, turned and threw a seed from where it had just been rooted. Normally lockheed would help the seed but for now the wujen had to expend some of his energy. The seed sprouted and grew to about 3' even in the drift of snow.

I want you to attack the mokujin

Smiling slightly Skeetch put one hand on his giant broadsword. And then the candle flicker of his Intelligence stopped him.

No, I no do what you sez. Frag you. You to pay Skeetch for doing your things.

Amagato raised an eyebrow. Fine then. Do not touch my wooden man. You should stay away from it. It is very special to me.

His eyes went to the totem man and then back to the animalistic Skeetch, but he wasn't there. He turned back to the mokujin in time to see the trelfs 1800# frame come down on it feet first (leap)

It was crushed into the concrete hard ground. With the troll on top of it all it could do was jab at his legs. A moment later that limb was ripped off and was smashing it in the head until that popped off. The golem continued to try to battle until it had been tore into five large strips that resmbled firewood.

Half of those five Skeetch threw wildly nearly flattening the entire tent. Dodging that a quick mend spell righted most all of that.

Hmm, I see. Well for that you derserve a snack. He pulled a rice ball w/a salmon center from his sleeve. Here

The troll looked confused, Yous not to cry about yous tree doll?

No, I have many more, enjoy the treat.

That seemed to steal some of his pleasure but he shrugged and threw the lunch sized ball down his gullet

Amagato took the oppurtunity to slip a small gold bead in his mouth and swallow it. (researched iron skin)

Skeetch looked around. He could not see anyone as far as he could percieve.

Amagato took a huge chance. Do you want to rob me or kill me.

It was like he had read his mind. Uhh...No...Yes... I mean.......what?

It began, I am to be the master now you will learn from me. you will call me sensai. It means master teacher.

Skeetch's face curled up. Only one master. Dominican master. He most best Slayer ever. He leads all of Bane Skyknights

Really then where is this person now?

The belly of Longshank mountains. On thier white day the bloodless put them under the mountain. The longbeards of the mountain will dig only for the shineys. They hide to good for Skeetch to catch. Skeetch need many bags of shineys for them to dig up the master and his wooman.

So you can no be master. Yous not strong enough. Skeetch kill yous if he want.

Then do it

Wha...?

You can't hurt me. He prayed to the gods of fortune and luck as he cast root.

Skeetch looked wary. again he scanned the landscape.

Go ahead and attack me you are weak and cannot hurt a master like me.

Scowling he stared down at the little man. Attacking a master was wrong.

Your mother was a dragon and your friends w/lizards.

In an unsuspecting flash of speed the troll was on him. A claw to the eye, a bite to the shoulder, a sword at his pubic line. Each took a count off the spells effect.

Each blow shook the ground but the wujen did not flinch or budge. He tried to lift him but he was rooted to the spot. The sword pounded his check but only it glanced away doing nothing

Kicks, insults, and a hockey style slap shot also do nothing. Now wearing the spell down to practiacally nothing Amagato warns him, I am the teacher. I do not want to destroy you, a stored reverse gravity affects the area around Skeetch causing him to fall straight up. At a hundred feet he ends it and the trolls weight acts against him. His giant size and gear quickly achieve deadly speed. He smashes into the frozen soil like a cart over a cliff. With a rouge bounce he's thrown sideways and an exposed broken leg rips thru the top of the tent like a stone knife.

Walking slowly he approaches the entrance expecting fully another attack. He quickly tried to calculate how many more hits he could take. After a long silent mathematical pause he enters

Once he drew back the flap all he saw was the picket fence smile as Skeetch pulled his breeches back up to his waist. His leg had already twisted back into socket and his half flat head and crushed ribs were puffing back into place at an alarming rate. Amagato noted the incredible speed of healing, at least double that of a normal troll. And this one was much smarter.

And then it hit him...

What is that crippling stench? There sat a huge steaming pile of troll feces. It was almost as big as him. The retching smell made his eyes water as if he had been skunk sprayed.

Quickly he waved his hand over the 3' pile of scat. Immediately large wildflowers sprang from the fertilizer, being lovely and fragrant renders the pile of poo inert and tranfers its nitorgen to nectar

Enraged that such a prank was foiled Skeetch scoops up the flowers and dirt and plows them into his mouth laughing as he chews on them. Blasts of blue, yellow and red colored flower sticks out from between his crocodile teeth like butterflys on barbed wire.

After the fourth bite he realizes eating his own dung is part of whats happening.

Amagato smiles warmly, if your that hungry I will make you some lunch. Do you like wontons in your soup?

Uhh, flower bits and dirt fall from his open maw, Yes? Skeetch wonton supe?

Ok, and you will be able to hunt dragons and I will give you much more gold. He levitates a bag of gold bars to him. I will help you in all that you want.

Well he couldn't hurt him, he couldn't threaten him, he was getting food, he was getting gold, and he might get to kill a dragon or even more than one.

in the meanwhile he wanted Skeetch to break stuff.

Umm, ok.

We'll need some firewood.

yes teacher.

Before long the soup was mixed and Skeetch brought in what was left of the first mokujin. He easily snapped the wood into stove sized pieces even tho they were bigger than steel bars.

That good of Skeetch?

Yes, good Skeetch. plz get us a couple more and we'll eat soon.

As the bully turns his back Amagato stirs the broth with one hand and creates another mokujin w/ the other.

He has it attack Skeetch from behind.

The plan progressed. Basically Amagato would infuriate the trelf into showing his combat abilitites.

At first he sent a tree golem made from a pot ash. The doll attacked from behind and with surprise. Using basic martial arts it lands a spinning kik to Skeetchs head.

It tears a sizable hole that exposes a large section of black skull. '

Surprised he turns to see what is going on. Immediately the skin and hair grows back.

All he does is snarl as the mokujin spins into another round house kik. The blow lands on his chest cracking some inner ribs. Skeetch grabs the ankle while its still in the air and thrust punches it so hard in the crotch it explodes

Amagato winces at the thought of recieving that

The rest of the morning goes like that, sometimes 3 at a time.Skeetch smashes, pummels, and hacks the minions in minutes. He tastes them, looks inside thier seperated parts and at one point he look sas if hes trying to "do it" w/one

Amagato analyzes every move and stroke. He learns his combat styles and ways of thinking. It doesn't take long

When too many get on him Skeetchs muscles puff up and anything in his hand turns into an energy weapon. Severed mokuin limbs work well he proves.

About 50 "deaths" later Amagato calls him over for a snack.

Pouring a small bowl for himself he hands the boiling pot and a bowl to skeetch,

Skeetch eats the small bowl and pours the scalding fare down his throat. Wincing he coughs, He shakes his moppy head and then drains the remainder in a single gulp, the heat apparently not mattering anymore.

Choosing his words carefully he talks slowly

Amagato watched it as he spoke to it in simple common. For so many years he had been a scholar and for so many more a teacher. But this thing that called itself Skeetch, was a dangerous pupil. Not so much for its raw power, no, Dynamo Akiria and Gillette both, were so much more dangerous. But its sheer chaotic tendencies and emotional tides made it uncalcuable.

Every now and then it would attack unprovoked, and its dim intelligence went down crooked paths of unexpectedness. While he cooked the thing decided to taste some of the coals from the fire. The first ones burned it but the second did not. So he learned the troll-thing wasn't immune to fire but it could make it so that it was. Probably more of its uncanny innate psionics. rare but not unheard of.

But when it spit half chewed food at him and slipped some coals into his robe whilst he was distracted cleaning his face even his undless patience was tested. He could reason with it to a degree but its evil intent sometimes overode its own common sense.

Amagato lost his composure for a moment after it set fire to some important scrolls and used his deadly eagle claw style on its head cracking the things thick skull like a coconut killing it............... momentarily. Within seconds, like an animated corpse, it laughed at him hysterically before it threw him thru the tent wall into the snow outside. It used the time it took him to walk back to loot the chests inside gaining nothing but some spices and glass beads. Bwhahahahaha! Skeetch takes your shinies!!

He levitated it. It shot arrows and threw armor bits and items from its backpack at deadly velocitys.

At one point he cast silence on it. It filled its ears with candels so it couldn't hear him speak.

He fed it and made it promise to not touch him. It tore down the tent and uprooted the mokujin-trees.

After resetting the tent he cast iron skin on himself. It figured out it couldn't really harm him so it killed anything it could see and cleaved everything else into pieces. This included rocks trees grass and shrubs.

At one point it got bored and tore frozen chunks of ground out the size of large concrete shields and threw them like deadly shruiken.

Again Amagato reset the tent.

It was like being around a huge retarded child full of tantrums, socially inacceptable behavior, raging fits, and excessive nose picking.

Everything rebuilt and nothing to distract them Amagato tried to reason w/it.

Rubbing his tired eyes he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Chewing on a belt amagato had told him was beefjerky, Wutch?

I want you do something for me

No. NO! I didn't say anything about killing anything.

Then Skeetch no do no thing.

The opposite in fact. I want you to protect someone for me

Frag you old one! Skeetch only kill.......MAIM...........REND..........DESTROY!!! And eats. Skeetch eats the nummies also to, yes he does.

You can kill anytyhing that tries to hurt your ward.

Wait, no, bad idea, you can kill it if I say to. You should capture them first and I shall decide.

Too harder. I kill and bring you left overs.

Skeetch I promise to help you recover your Slay master, Master Dominican, if you do what I say. I will help you excava...um, dig him up, and use my magic to help him. I will give you many valuables and um, sparklies is it?

Yes! Ya! Yous Sensai make little mountain mens bring us the Master and you put good magic to him! The Master will praise Skeetch and give him place back with skyknights! Then we kill all Dragos to death!!

He scoops up amagato and hugs him so hard he would have broke 3 ribs if not for his protective wards.

Choking, the crushing grip circumvents the spell, put me down Skeetch, good good, but only if you do as I say

Here's what i want you to do first.

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