Offensive Ninjas

The four shadows dropped behind the armed gang holding the hostages. A flurry of kicks, chops, and throws ensued. One by one, the gang lost their weapons before being pummeled.

As the last gangster watched his pistol whirling away from a roundhouse kick, he was dispatched by rapid-fire jabs to his abdomen, chest, and face.

The grateful hostages rushed forward to greet their saviors before reeling back, coughing and gasping. The youngest kneeled before speaking:

“What IS that smell? Don’t you guys ever wash that black? And it wouldn’t hurt you to hit some water. And I don’t mean maybe.”