Lue-Tin, The Inescapable

She was practicing in the Dojo, after I broiught her to my own Sifù. Tackling the long polearm known as a mancatcher, the unfamiliar foils of it meant to catch and entrap an opponent's limbs. She looked angry, upset. I was a young pup compared to her, she had been Chosen by Luna before the longest-living realm in Creation had been founded, but looked like a young maiden, blonde and attractive. Still, she was handling the wapon with great skill and stamina, tirelessly going through repetitions with it, whatever had her so worried must be important.
"Tou there, I can tell you're watching, why are you watching?"
I quailed, she needed not thje legendary weapon she was wielding to kill me, Father of Warzone Daughters himself, the Chosen of War's special weapon, did not face her in a dojo's circle without trepidation, but I answered honestly: "I am admiring your skill, I mean no offense."
"Get in the circle, if you are to admire, it should not be from safety. Will you take risks for your curiosity, little mouse?"
I almost dropped into my martial arts form then and there, but my good sense reasserted myself, I doubt a mundane form like Ebon Shadows would stop her, when she dueled a Master like Father routinely. My own Sifu tells me I'm three years away from even being in the same ring as he. I just respectfully stood, trying not to show fear, as she looked at me for what felt like multiple eternities.

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