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Grip sprints along the beam, but three ninjas leap up onto it, blocking his path.

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Grip swings at the first ninja who evades the move and counters, deeply slicing Grip’s sword wielding arm. His mouth twists downward in agony.

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The brutal pain of the first cut reminds me that I have no hope of surviving this fight.

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Grip puts his free hand over his wound and looks over his shoulder at a half dozen more ninja approaching from behind him.

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All my training is of The Hand. They will predict my every move.

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What advantage do I have over them? Do I have any at all?

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Close up of Grip’s eyes, squinting with concentration.

NARRATION
Perhaps just one thing...

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Thought.

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He kicks himself backward off of the beam.

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I must be unpredictable.