“I’ve taken hotter showers,” JB declared, then kicked Kim squarely in the stomach, sending her careening into Rai and Omi. Kimiko aimed a flaming punch at JB and stopped when her flames sizzled uselessly against the thick coating of mud the taller girl had accumulated.
“ Is she a robot? Or a witch or a demon or something?” “It ain’t escaped my notice that she ain’t no ordinary girl,” Clay growled, watching JB leap from the mud and dodge Arrow Sparrows. “I wouldn’t want my friends seeing me getting my ass kicked by a girl.” “Good excuse,” Jack said with a sly grin. why aren’t you in there fighting, Brokeback?” Matthias asked. JB dove sideways into the pond that held the robot alligators, wallowing briefly in the mud and muck. “Oh damn!” Clay wailed, blushing and turning away. “For your information, you over-endowed cow, my breasts may not be big, but I have them and my nipples could cut glass!” Kim shrieked. Now it was JB’s turned to dance and dodge the flames shot at her. Kimiko dodged out of the way even as the giant disc sheered through a set of eight-hundred-year old columns. Kimiko’s enraged shriek was cut short as JB honed in on the shout, tore a decorative gong from its chains and skimmed it through the air like a Frisbee. “Yeah, we’re non-combatants!” Matthias added.Ĭlay sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Jack and Matty looked up at the enormous cowboy, the goth by Matty’s hand steering his head. I think she’s done this kind of thing before.” “There’s ‘good at fighting’ and then there’s ‘not even blinking about going unarmed against trained warriors wielding magic weapons.’ She cut off Rai before he could finish activating his ‘Wu. “Uuuuuuuuuh, sort of,” Jack said, watching Rai get kicked around like a football. What do you mean, ‘she’s good at this’? Isn’t that why you hired her? ‘Cause she’s good at fighting?” Matty asked. Matty put a hand on Jack’s forehead and lifted his head back into an upright position. Then his head flopped forward bonelessly. Jack leaned back against Matty and watched his bodyguard brawl. “I’m ‘getting pasted by a hot chick!’ I mean – no I’m not!” “’Getting pasted!’” Rai corrected instinctively. “I did not expect our Shoku leader to be stapled so easily by a warm hen!” She kicked upwards, throwing him into the air just in time to receive a smashing blow from the Shimo Staff. The movement rocked Raimundo back with her and was just enough to pitch him up onto her shin. JB rocked back, rolling up onto her feet. “You were going to use ‘em on an unarmed woman, weren’t ya, ya little shit?” “Them are those magical weapons, ain’t they?” JB asked. She ended up kneeling awkwardly with Raimundo’s arms trapped between her lower legs and his body curled around her knees. “Crest of the Condor! Bla-“ Rai’s cry cut off as JB flipped over backwards, caught his sword arm between her lower legs, then continued flipping, dragging the Dragon of the Wind along with her. “I don’t wanna hear nothin’ about ‘unnatural proportions’ from you, ya little squirt! Ya ain’t even got breasts yet!” “Normally I don’t condone beatin’ li’l kids, but I’ll make an exception!” JB howled. In a streak of earth tones, Johnny Betty flashed forward, took a step past Kimiko, grabbed the slight Japanese girl by the head and heaved her skyward. “They seem to be missing their token black guy, so I’ll fill in,” Matty muttered. Matty and Jack cringed against each other. “That’s the only reason for that walking masturbatory aide!” “If he made a hot robot, wouldn’t it be a guy?” ain’t Jack gay?” Clay asked in a low voice. The dark-haired girl’s eyebrows made a break for her hairline. “Nobody but a guy would make a chick robot with such unnatural proportions!” “Oh come on! It’s obvious!” Kimiko thrust an accusatory finger at Johnny Betty. “That’s not true!” Jack wailed, leaning against Matthias. “Robots?” Matty muttered, looking confused. “Robots are the only ones who can stand to be around Jack Spicer!” “Yeah, no kidding!” Rai cried, delighted. “You just got around to making some robots that didn’t look exactly like you, Jack!” “New friends?! Puh-LEASE!” Kimiko sneered. If two warriors fight over one it can trigger a Xiaolin Showdown, which bends reality around the contest proposed,” Jack answered. “A set of magical weapons made long ago by an ancient master who sounds like a used car salesman. “What th’ hell’s a Shai-Gon-Hu?” JB muttered out of the corner of her mouth. Matty knelt down by Jack and pulled him into a less uncomfortable position. “Yeah, I’m totally going to raid the vault paralyzed, in my pajamas, with my one friend and my new bodyguard. “So very observant,” Jack retorted, lying in a pile where JB had dropped him. “Hey, that made sense good going, Omi,” Raimundo cut in. “Jack Spicer! Your new comrades will not aide you in your quest to steal Shen-Gong-Wu!” Omi cried.
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