The soft pitter-patter of rain was the only sound in the oriental ghost town. On one side of the town stood the giant hulking figure of a sumo wrestler, on the other the wispy form of a ninja. It was a dream match-up, speed and agility versus power and strength.

Of course, the ninja struck first, darting up and onto a nearby hut and flashing towards the stationary sumo at a blinding pace. Without warning (of course, why would he warn his enemy?) he propelled himself off of a nearby rooftop, a small dagger clenched tightly in his hand. He thrust it at the giant’s heart, felt it sink in, and then jumped back, hoping to not get trapped in the large man’s arms. Alas, even a ninja is not quick enough to escape a sumo’s iron grip. The dagger wound barely seemed to effect the sumo as he crushed the ninja against his flubby chest. Within seconds the ninja was with out breath and he could feel his ribs bending under the pressure. With lightning speed he did the only thing that could save him.