Thread: A Drunken Monk Battles a Katana Wielding Cowboy

Ah, now the fight had begun. The Monk chuckled to himself at the cleverness of the Cowboy, or rather at how clever the Cowboy thought he was. With surprising ease for one so obviously imbibed, the Monk backflipped from his pose at the edge of the platform, caught the edge with one hand, and swung deftly underneath, clinging to the bamboo with sure fingers. Swinging hand over hand, the Monk quickly navigated the underside of the now unstable platform, and dropped lightly in front of Eriks at the far side just before he could cut the final suport.

With an impish smirk, the Monk cocked his head to one side and made a small derisive noise halfway between a snort and a laugh.

He then dropped into a crouching run, almost more of a scamper, and charged head on at Eriks. At the last possible moment, the Monk dropped to into a sideways roll, peforming a sweep with both legs that would have appeared impossible to the untrained eye. If the sweep contacted, Eriks would find his legs gone from underneath him, and fall flat on his face as the monkey-like Monk rolled back to his feet and looked on in amused enjoyment.