Big Guns For Bing-Gan

[Kwokinator]

"No way!" Hao Long shakes his head excitedly. "You haven't even finished!"

[Corwin]

"Oh my! What was I talking about again?" Bing Gan taps her lips with a finger thoughtfully. "Silly me, I forgot!"

[Kwokinator]

"What you did to your friends!" Hao Long reminds her with a light growl.

[Corwin]

"What friends?" she asks him, adding a moment later, "Friends are troublesome."

[Kwokinator]

Hao Long lets out a growl and stretches his arms out animatedly, trying to resist the temptation to strangle his travel companion.

"You..."

[Corwin]

"Oh, right!" Bing Gan nods excitedly. "You were going to tell me something, weren't you?"

[Kwokinator]

"Nope," Hao Long replies simply. "Never was."

[Corwin]

"Oh, that's too bad," she says. "So, you have traveling equipment with you, right? Stuff like a bedroll, and so on?"

[Kwokinator]

"Don't need it," Hao Long waves off Bing Gan's suggestion. "I can sleep anywhere."

[Corwin]

"If you're sure," she says doubtfully.

[Kwokinator]

The duo continues on their path for a few hours, when Hao Long stops as they come upon a fork in the road.

"Alright..." he hesitates, pointing at the fork, one that northeast and one that leads northwest, where nothing of significance other than a continuing path for either side. "Where to?"

[Corwin]

Bing Gan takes her staff, placing it vertically on top of the ground at the intersection, and lets it fall.

[Kwokinator]

"That way, I guess," Hao Long points to the left path, where the staff lies pointing at.

It doesn't take long for them to reach another obstacle in their path... this time by way of three people blocking their paths.

"Pay the toll if you wish to pass," the man in the middle declares as he steps in front of the other two, arms crossed over his muscular chest, his feet shoulder-length apart.

[Corwin]

Bing-Gan takes in the trio, paying special attention to what weapons they have visible.

[Kwokinator]

Bing Gan sees that the man on the left is carrying a staff, but he doesn't seem to be in a fighting stance with it, it's merely casually slung across his shoulders, with each of his hands grabbing on the ends of the staff over his shoulders.  The one in the right is brandishing a large spiked club - he doesn't have it slung on his shoulders for obvious reasons, and the man who spoke up earlier is currently gripping his dao in a fighting stance, obviously prepared to deal with anything who comes his way.

"Hey, hey, let's not fight," Hao Long steps up. "Can't we talk about this?"

The man in the middle swings his dao at Hao Long's neck at lightning-fast speed, and the latter man doesn't seem to be able to react fast enough to dodge, as he didn't seem to make a move until the dao stops an inch away from his neck.

"Err... I guess not..." he sweatdrops.