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Part Three of A Very Different Trial...The Warchief's Alternative.
Part 1 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13821849/
Part 2 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13834475
...
Chi-Ji took in a long breath as the image of Nurong turned to him. “Hello, Red Crane. So good of you to join us.”
Rather than be shocked at the fact that his identity had been penetrated so easily, Chi-Ji stared down the false Pandaren in front of him. The orc on the other side of the cage did not look happy at all at the fact that Chi-Ji was here.
“None of the Celestials would risk tampering with the defendant.” Chi-Ji stated coolly. “Therefore…you must be Kairoz. A pleasure to meet you.” The jaw of the big Pandaren set in a hard frown. “Again.”
“The pleasure is mine.” Kairoz stood, a glower setting across Nurong’s normally kind features. “Although…I’m not sure that I can just let you leave.”
“I’d be surprised if you did.” Chi-Ji muttered darkly. “And as it so happens…I didn’t plan on letting you leave here.” The frown now became a cold smile. Chi-Ji had observed generations of Pandaren martial artists, had even advised several of them in the past on how to attain inmost calm and sureness of self. 'If nothing else…plan for the worst.'
Kairoz took one step towards Chi-Ji, sizing him up. In one motion, he swept both hands over his mouth as though to cup them…and then flame blasted forth from Kairoz’s lips, funneled between both hands. Chi-Ji felt the heat of the blast directed at him; he‘d known something was off the instant Kairoz stood closer. Kairoz was a dragon, wasn’t he? But Chi-Ji was far cannier than anticipated.
The bulky build of Fat Long-fat’s body was not one predisposed to running. Rolling was a different story. The huge Pandaren threw himself hastily to the left and reduced the distance to his opponent. Kairoz readied a second flame blast, only for Chi-Ji to elude by feinting left. When the fiery spray went awry, Kairoz having fallen for Fat Long-fat’s maneuver, Chi-Ji took full advantage of his opponent’s mistake. One thick hand slammed hard into the false Pandaren’s jaw, followed swiftly by two feet as Chi-Ji threw himself into a brilliantly executed Rising Sun Kick. Both of his feet connected solidly with Kairoz’s head.
Whether Kairoz knew it or not, he’d chosen a good form to inhabit. Much like the real Nurong would have been in his shoes, Kairoz was badly staggered and stunned by the blow. But his recoil was woozier than any Shado-Pan Hawkmaster would have dared permit, and Chi-Ji closed in for the finishing strike. Kairoz managed a single woozy punch and missed. Fat Long-fat accepted the fist that had been thrown his way with both hands, and swung Kairoz as hard as he could into the wall. There was a fierce crack as the false pandaren’s head slammed against the wall of the prison.
Chi-Ji’s chest heaved. Kairoz made one last effort to stand…and then slumped against the floor. 'A cleanly fought duel on my part. I wonder what that fire would have done to me. Best not to worry about it.' Chi-Ji stood over the fallen Kairoz and his eyes narrowed. 'Even if he isn’t totally out cold, it would be better to make sure he doesn’t interrupt me.' He knelt down and slammed a finger into the side of Kairoz’s neck, making absolutely certain the dragon still had a pulse, but cutting off his circulation. If only for a moment, he needed the dragon truly unconscious.
The Shado-Pan guards that Kairoz had ambushed in his disguise as Nurong were still out cold. Chi-Ji now stood before the cage…all alone. The guards outside had clearly not noticed the fracas…perhaps they were counting on the ones inside the tunnel to inform them of any disturbance? It didn’t matter now.
The eyes of Fat Long-fat narrowed as he stared down the deposed warchief of the Horde. “So…Garrosh Hellscream. I take it your…guest had designs on loosing you on Azeroth once again?” Chi-Ji spoke in a deep voice, that of the Pandaren.
“Foolish ideas.” Garrosh answered, eyes narrowing in such a hostile fashion that Chi-Ji knew he’d hit the mark. “And they’re all useless now.”
Chi-Ji held up a hand. “Suppose you were to receive a better offer. One that involved walking out of this cell.”
“Walking past you, after what you did to him?!” Garrosh shook his head disgustedly. “Give me a fair fight, my weapon, and then I might take your offer.” His eyes narrowed to lethal slits.
“You assume you would need violence to pass me.” Chi-Ji murmured. “How unfortunate. And incorrect, I might add.”
Garrosh folded both arms over his chest. “What…’alternative’ do you propose, Pandaren?” This was spoken with so much contempt that Chi-Ji was quite glad for the arcane magic that shielded the cage from the Sha. Such a statement might have stirred more dangerous things not so long ago.
Chi-Ji folded both arms over his chest, matching Garrosh’s defiant posture. “You were watched the moment you set foot on this continent. I witnessed your soldiers seize my temple and the people who had come to worship there for your own purposes. I watched you tour the continent as a conquering general would.” Chi-Ji’s eyes became tight slits bearing fierce condemnation. “Lastly…thanks in part to the testimony of Taran Zhu and others, we know who is responsible for the dreadful state of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. You have made war upon not just the people of this land…but upon the society that existed here.”
“Get on with it.” Garrosh rolled his eyes. He’d stated at the outset of the trial that he was not guilty…nor that he was innocent. Which left him effectively admitting guilt while both the one defending him and the one prosecuting him were endlessly circling one another’s arguments.
“You claimed our form of justice was a comedy, did you not.” Chi-Ji stated plainly. “Well…what say you get back to reality?”
“You must be joking.” Garrosh answered him. “You claim I am guilty. Yet you would let me loose?”
“On two conditions.” Chi-Ji held up a hand.
Garrosh’s eyes narrowed. Again, he took a more hostile stance. “What conditions?”
“The first, and most important.” Chi-Ji stated, relaxing both arms over the considerable belly of Fat Long-fat. “In twenty-five years’ time…you will answer for what you did here these last few months.” Chi-Ji stated. “If you have found glory or death in that time…well, I guess it’ll be up to whatever gods your people worship to judge your guilt.” The Pandaren eyes of Fat Long-fat closed for a moment. “But there will be a verdict. And your fate shall hang in the balance at that time.”
“You’re telling me I can escape the trial?” Hellscream’s eyes became quizzical. The logic Chi-Ji was using was baffling. “Why?”
“It’s what he wanted, isn’t it?” Chi-Ji gestured with a heavy hand to Kairoz, who remained unconscious. “You get your freedom back. Azeroth unites to stop you. And you get the satisfaction of crushing it with a heavy hand.” For emphasis, Chi-Ji clenched one of his huge hangs into a tight fist. The noise of every knuckle grinding and crackling would have rivaled great boulders toppling down a waterfall. “Under my terms…you go free, now. I give you two and a half decades to decide whether you acted rightly or wrongly.”
Garrosh considered this offer for a moment. “If I die before that time is up…I suppose I have the satisfaction of having cheated the Pandaren of their judgment. And the Alliance.”
“That’s correct.” Chi-Ji said in a soothing voice. “If you find a glorious death before that time, a warrior’s death on the field of battle…the name of Hellscream would surely live on forever.” Chi-Ji felt no small amount of revulsion at what he was saying, but he needed Garrosh to agree to this proposal. He still hadn’t asked about the second condition yet…which, contrary to what Chi-Ji had said earlier, was far more important.
“A warrior’s death.” Garrosh shook his head. “And another chance to go down in history. Very well…” Garrosh stood to the cage’s entrance. “I like that idea better than rotting in a cell.”
“And so you should.” Chi-Ji said in that soothing tone of voice once more. He walked to the guards and removed the twin sets of keys that rested at their waists. The first key slid into place, and the second one opened the gate. “Now then…your freedom awaits you, Garrosh Hellscream. Might I suggest you take it while it lasts?”
Garrosh muttered something darkly about the idea of freedom when a judgment hammer awaited him in twenty-five years, but Chi-Ji chose to ignore it. The moment he was free of the cage and its arcane magic, Garrosh clenched both fists together.
“Now that I’m out…”
“You should be honored.” Chi-Ji’s eyes narrowed slightly and a smile spread across his features. “Believe you me…it’s been a long time since anyone could claim to have escaped the Shado-Pan.”
“Another honor. Maybe it’ll go on my grave.” Garrosh shook his head disdainfully. “Am I supposed to walk past the guards as well?”
“Yes…” Chi-Ji’s smile now took on a considerably more ruthless edge. “You are.”
Garrosh looked at his fists for a moment and then back at Chi-Ji. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“You know…you never asked about the second condition. But given how this is where we stand now…” Chi-Ji’s smile became less that of a drunken brewmaster and more that of a Pandaren rogue who had a target in his sights that could never hope to escape. “I suppose I should explain it…”
Part 1 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13821849/
Part 2 may be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13834475
...
Chi-Ji took in a long breath as the image of Nurong turned to him. “Hello, Red Crane. So good of you to join us.”
Rather than be shocked at the fact that his identity had been penetrated so easily, Chi-Ji stared down the false Pandaren in front of him. The orc on the other side of the cage did not look happy at all at the fact that Chi-Ji was here.
“None of the Celestials would risk tampering with the defendant.” Chi-Ji stated coolly. “Therefore…you must be Kairoz. A pleasure to meet you.” The jaw of the big Pandaren set in a hard frown. “Again.”
“The pleasure is mine.” Kairoz stood, a glower setting across Nurong’s normally kind features. “Although…I’m not sure that I can just let you leave.”
“I’d be surprised if you did.” Chi-Ji muttered darkly. “And as it so happens…I didn’t plan on letting you leave here.” The frown now became a cold smile. Chi-Ji had observed generations of Pandaren martial artists, had even advised several of them in the past on how to attain inmost calm and sureness of self. 'If nothing else…plan for the worst.'
Kairoz took one step towards Chi-Ji, sizing him up. In one motion, he swept both hands over his mouth as though to cup them…and then flame blasted forth from Kairoz’s lips, funneled between both hands. Chi-Ji felt the heat of the blast directed at him; he‘d known something was off the instant Kairoz stood closer. Kairoz was a dragon, wasn’t he? But Chi-Ji was far cannier than anticipated.
The bulky build of Fat Long-fat’s body was not one predisposed to running. Rolling was a different story. The huge Pandaren threw himself hastily to the left and reduced the distance to his opponent. Kairoz readied a second flame blast, only for Chi-Ji to elude by feinting left. When the fiery spray went awry, Kairoz having fallen for Fat Long-fat’s maneuver, Chi-Ji took full advantage of his opponent’s mistake. One thick hand slammed hard into the false Pandaren’s jaw, followed swiftly by two feet as Chi-Ji threw himself into a brilliantly executed Rising Sun Kick. Both of his feet connected solidly with Kairoz’s head.
Whether Kairoz knew it or not, he’d chosen a good form to inhabit. Much like the real Nurong would have been in his shoes, Kairoz was badly staggered and stunned by the blow. But his recoil was woozier than any Shado-Pan Hawkmaster would have dared permit, and Chi-Ji closed in for the finishing strike. Kairoz managed a single woozy punch and missed. Fat Long-fat accepted the fist that had been thrown his way with both hands, and swung Kairoz as hard as he could into the wall. There was a fierce crack as the false pandaren’s head slammed against the wall of the prison.
Chi-Ji’s chest heaved. Kairoz made one last effort to stand…and then slumped against the floor. 'A cleanly fought duel on my part. I wonder what that fire would have done to me. Best not to worry about it.' Chi-Ji stood over the fallen Kairoz and his eyes narrowed. 'Even if he isn’t totally out cold, it would be better to make sure he doesn’t interrupt me.' He knelt down and slammed a finger into the side of Kairoz’s neck, making absolutely certain the dragon still had a pulse, but cutting off his circulation. If only for a moment, he needed the dragon truly unconscious.
The Shado-Pan guards that Kairoz had ambushed in his disguise as Nurong were still out cold. Chi-Ji now stood before the cage…all alone. The guards outside had clearly not noticed the fracas…perhaps they were counting on the ones inside the tunnel to inform them of any disturbance? It didn’t matter now.
The eyes of Fat Long-fat narrowed as he stared down the deposed warchief of the Horde. “So…Garrosh Hellscream. I take it your…guest had designs on loosing you on Azeroth once again?” Chi-Ji spoke in a deep voice, that of the Pandaren.
“Foolish ideas.” Garrosh answered, eyes narrowing in such a hostile fashion that Chi-Ji knew he’d hit the mark. “And they’re all useless now.”
Chi-Ji held up a hand. “Suppose you were to receive a better offer. One that involved walking out of this cell.”
“Walking past you, after what you did to him?!” Garrosh shook his head disgustedly. “Give me a fair fight, my weapon, and then I might take your offer.” His eyes narrowed to lethal slits.
“You assume you would need violence to pass me.” Chi-Ji murmured. “How unfortunate. And incorrect, I might add.”
Garrosh folded both arms over his chest. “What…’alternative’ do you propose, Pandaren?” This was spoken with so much contempt that Chi-Ji was quite glad for the arcane magic that shielded the cage from the Sha. Such a statement might have stirred more dangerous things not so long ago.
Chi-Ji folded both arms over his chest, matching Garrosh’s defiant posture. “You were watched the moment you set foot on this continent. I witnessed your soldiers seize my temple and the people who had come to worship there for your own purposes. I watched you tour the continent as a conquering general would.” Chi-Ji’s eyes became tight slits bearing fierce condemnation. “Lastly…thanks in part to the testimony of Taran Zhu and others, we know who is responsible for the dreadful state of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. You have made war upon not just the people of this land…but upon the society that existed here.”
“Get on with it.” Garrosh rolled his eyes. He’d stated at the outset of the trial that he was not guilty…nor that he was innocent. Which left him effectively admitting guilt while both the one defending him and the one prosecuting him were endlessly circling one another’s arguments.
“You claimed our form of justice was a comedy, did you not.” Chi-Ji stated plainly. “Well…what say you get back to reality?”
“You must be joking.” Garrosh answered him. “You claim I am guilty. Yet you would let me loose?”
“On two conditions.” Chi-Ji held up a hand.
Garrosh’s eyes narrowed. Again, he took a more hostile stance. “What conditions?”
“The first, and most important.” Chi-Ji stated, relaxing both arms over the considerable belly of Fat Long-fat. “In twenty-five years’ time…you will answer for what you did here these last few months.” Chi-Ji stated. “If you have found glory or death in that time…well, I guess it’ll be up to whatever gods your people worship to judge your guilt.” The Pandaren eyes of Fat Long-fat closed for a moment. “But there will be a verdict. And your fate shall hang in the balance at that time.”
“You’re telling me I can escape the trial?” Hellscream’s eyes became quizzical. The logic Chi-Ji was using was baffling. “Why?”
“It’s what he wanted, isn’t it?” Chi-Ji gestured with a heavy hand to Kairoz, who remained unconscious. “You get your freedom back. Azeroth unites to stop you. And you get the satisfaction of crushing it with a heavy hand.” For emphasis, Chi-Ji clenched one of his huge hangs into a tight fist. The noise of every knuckle grinding and crackling would have rivaled great boulders toppling down a waterfall. “Under my terms…you go free, now. I give you two and a half decades to decide whether you acted rightly or wrongly.”
Garrosh considered this offer for a moment. “If I die before that time is up…I suppose I have the satisfaction of having cheated the Pandaren of their judgment. And the Alliance.”
“That’s correct.” Chi-Ji said in a soothing voice. “If you find a glorious death before that time, a warrior’s death on the field of battle…the name of Hellscream would surely live on forever.” Chi-Ji felt no small amount of revulsion at what he was saying, but he needed Garrosh to agree to this proposal. He still hadn’t asked about the second condition yet…which, contrary to what Chi-Ji had said earlier, was far more important.
“A warrior’s death.” Garrosh shook his head. “And another chance to go down in history. Very well…” Garrosh stood to the cage’s entrance. “I like that idea better than rotting in a cell.”
“And so you should.” Chi-Ji said in that soothing tone of voice once more. He walked to the guards and removed the twin sets of keys that rested at their waists. The first key slid into place, and the second one opened the gate. “Now then…your freedom awaits you, Garrosh Hellscream. Might I suggest you take it while it lasts?”
Garrosh muttered something darkly about the idea of freedom when a judgment hammer awaited him in twenty-five years, but Chi-Ji chose to ignore it. The moment he was free of the cage and its arcane magic, Garrosh clenched both fists together.
“Now that I’m out…”
“You should be honored.” Chi-Ji’s eyes narrowed slightly and a smile spread across his features. “Believe you me…it’s been a long time since anyone could claim to have escaped the Shado-Pan.”
“Another honor. Maybe it’ll go on my grave.” Garrosh shook his head disdainfully. “Am I supposed to walk past the guards as well?”
“Yes…” Chi-Ji’s smile now took on a considerably more ruthless edge. “You are.”
Garrosh looked at his fists for a moment and then back at Chi-Ji. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“You know…you never asked about the second condition. But given how this is where we stand now…” Chi-Ji’s smile became less that of a drunken brewmaster and more that of a Pandaren rogue who had a target in his sights that could never hope to escape. “I suppose I should explain it…”
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