The Fist of Winter's Present
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touched_by_fireDanny had trouble sleeping on the bed, even with the curtains left open. He tossed and turned for what felt like forever until he gave up, pulling a pillow and blanket to the floor to sleep on something more akin to his time in K'un Lun. It felt like barely a moment since he'd closed his eyes, at rest finally, before a gunshot startled him awake. He flung the blanket away and flipped into a fighting stance.
"You've got some good reflexes at least," the strange man with the gun in his room said. The man wore a green turtleneck sweater and slacks, and an amber mask to cover his face. All, Danny noted, the exact colors of the robes of the Order of the Crane Mother.
"What the HELL?!?" Danny yelled, igniting the Fist and taking a more aggressive stance.
"Oh, calm down. You'd be dead if I wanted to hurt you."
"Who. Are. You?"
"Orson Randall. Put on a shirt or something. We're going on a trip."
"Why would I go with you?"
"Cause I have answers, and you have questions. About the Fist and much more." As if to make his point, Orson's fist began to glow and Danny could once again feel the chi of Shou-Lao. Reluctantly, Danny grabbed a nearby hoodie and pulled it over his head, to find himself at the gate to K'un Lun.
Orson chuckled at Danny's surprise and wonder. "You'd think you've gotten over that with Wu's visit."
"What is this all about?"
"As Lei Kung was so fond of saying, 'open your eyes and see'."
Danny did so and saw several monks guarding the entrance to the heavenly city. The flush of guilt he felt at seeing someone else doing his duty made his Fist flicker and fade. "I see two people doing what I should be."
Orson scoffs and smacks Danny on his back. "And what use would an immortal weapon be stuck at a gate?"
"So I was right to leave?"
"Who knows? Not me. I don't really care."
"Then why..." Danny began but he blinked and they were somewhere else, Libya he thought. The town seemed familiar, despite the recent damage from another attack.
"Because the Fist is pointless. In the grand scheme, it's useless."
"I can't believe that."
"Then you are blind," Orson says before scowling, grabbing Danny's collar and dragging him towards a home. "You remember this place? You fought for the family here. Drove off a group of gunmen who wanted to take the young daughter away."
Danny tried to pull back and break free. With horror mounting with each foot step, he knew he didn't want to see what was in the home Orson was dragging him to, but try as he might, Orson was too strong. Orson spun him around and made him look, grasping his chin to direct his gaze. "Here's how useful the Fist is!" The home had been at ground zero for a missile or some explosive and there was nothing left of the family but stains.
"The Fist is nothing. Just a weapon. Only as good as the one who wields it and just as futile."
Danny broke free then, spinning until he got his footing. Orson was gone, nothing but a voice in the smoke. "The Fist is nothing."
"You're wrong!" he yelled back.
Danny sprung awake then and hit his head on the nightstand. Falling back with a groan. What the hell was happening?
"You've got some good reflexes at least," the strange man with the gun in his room said. The man wore a green turtleneck sweater and slacks, and an amber mask to cover his face. All, Danny noted, the exact colors of the robes of the Order of the Crane Mother."What the HELL?!?" Danny yelled, igniting the Fist and taking a more aggressive stance.
"Oh, calm down. You'd be dead if I wanted to hurt you."
"Who. Are. You?"
"Orson Randall. Put on a shirt or something. We're going on a trip."
"Why would I go with you?"
"Cause I have answers, and you have questions. About the Fist and much more." As if to make his point, Orson's fist began to glow and Danny could once again feel the chi of Shou-Lao. Reluctantly, Danny grabbed a nearby hoodie and pulled it over his head, to find himself at the gate to K'un Lun.
Orson chuckled at Danny's surprise and wonder. "You'd think you've gotten over that with Wu's visit."
"What is this all about?"
"As Lei Kung was so fond of saying, 'open your eyes and see'."
Danny did so and saw several monks guarding the entrance to the heavenly city. The flush of guilt he felt at seeing someone else doing his duty made his Fist flicker and fade. "I see two people doing what I should be."
Orson scoffs and smacks Danny on his back. "And what use would an immortal weapon be stuck at a gate?"
"So I was right to leave?"
"Who knows? Not me. I don't really care."
"Then why..." Danny began but he blinked and they were somewhere else, Libya he thought. The town seemed familiar, despite the recent damage from another attack.
"Because the Fist is pointless. In the grand scheme, it's useless."
"I can't believe that."
"Then you are blind," Orson says before scowling, grabbing Danny's collar and dragging him towards a home. "You remember this place? You fought for the family here. Drove off a group of gunmen who wanted to take the young daughter away."
Danny tried to pull back and break free. With horror mounting with each foot step, he knew he didn't want to see what was in the home Orson was dragging him to, but try as he might, Orson was too strong. Orson spun him around and made him look, grasping his chin to direct his gaze. "Here's how useful the Fist is!" The home had been at ground zero for a missile or some explosive and there was nothing left of the family but stains.
"The Fist is nothing. Just a weapon. Only as good as the one who wields it and just as futile."
Danny broke free then, spinning until he got his footing. Orson was gone, nothing but a voice in the smoke. "The Fist is nothing."
"You're wrong!" he yelled back.
Danny sprung awake then and hit his head on the nightstand. Falling back with a groan. What the hell was happening?
