Punching India

"Hmm, so this is India.  Quite the place."  Quinn said, arriving on the shore of the Ganges river.  The fool had brought along the lasso boa boa, the fool found it relatively useful, thought not for what he planned.  "Now, to find this fist."  He said, looking over the river.

Jay arrived, sliding on his ice through the air. Once a safe distance above the Ganges River, he dropped down off the trail and down into the water. It was murky, but bearable as he swam through and looked for the Fist of Tebigong.

"Ah. The Strength has arrived. So, it looks like he will face me again. Not if I can get away though." Quinn used the lasso Boa Boa and pulled the fist from the river. Pouring out the water and mud and putting it on, Quinn admired the fist and began to leave.

"Not gonna happen!" Jay declared as he launched up out of the murky water. He used the Lotus Twister and grabbed the Fist. "I declare a Xiaolin Showdown!"

"Fine then. I accept your challenge. Name your game." Quinn said, showing no reaction. "You will not defeat me this time."