You are just considdering whether hitting someone when they're down is actually dishonourable or just common sense, when suddenly the warrior rolls forward completely waalessly, and your forced to dive sideways once again to stop the sword stabbing your vitals, ---- well stomachs are vital, or at least hopefully contain vitamines if you've been eating a balanced diet.

As you dodge aside, your shoulder comes into violent contact with the stones of the wall, which unlike the warrior's ribs your pretty sure are not the least bit hurt. this concussion however sends a small, clearly irritated, black and yellow scorpion hurtling out of it's pieceful seat near your collar bone.

The creature flies through the air, pincers clicking and tale with it's appaulingly long sting waving furiously, though in fairness you imagine smacking a stone wall wouldn't be a nice way for anyone to wake up. A second later, the Scorpion's trajectory finishes in the exact center of the warrior's velvet covered chest.

You see the tale spin round, and imagine you catch a quick gleam of poison, then a second later it's buried sting deep in your opponent's torso. Seeming to feel that it's rage wasn't satisfied with just the one sting, the scorpian grabs on firmly with both sets of horrible pinchers, and begins wagging it's tale like a friendly dog, ---- though even the most aggressively affectionate dogs don't have tales that deliver a lethal dose of poison with each wave.

The warrior's sword falls to the ground with a clang, as he or she claps both hands to the scorpion and attempts to wrench it off, while simultaneously staggering around like someone who's just about to be ejected from a bar for having one too many.

A few seconds later, the scorpion (showing a remarkable instinct for self preservation), leaps from your urstwhile opponent's chest just before the unfortunate warrior crashes to the floor face first. You catch a brief glimpse of light flashing on a black and yellow shell just before the small insect scuttles off into the distance.

Looking down at the black clad corpse you can't help thinking that that was one fight in which the scorpion won, and with a fatality what's more. Obviously no oriental warrior can stand up to the power of a dedicated scorpion.

You briefly considder taking the curved sword with you, afterall it's light weight and certainly would be useful if you run into any further violence. Then you realize that you are lacking any sort of scabbard, sheeth or holster, and while you could stick it through your belt the idea of a couple of feet of scalpel sharp metal swinging around near your vulnerable lower regions is really not one you want to contemplate.

Shrugging your shoulders and wishing you had a few more scorpions handy (something you never expected to wish), you turn eastward and continue up the tunnel.

continue through the horrible tunnels!

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