Worlds Apart
By the time you've finished your training session, you're breathing heavily, wielding your weapon in one hand. Parts of your body are aching, but it's a good ache - one that simply indicates that you've trained hard and well.
A slow clapping sounds from behind you and you whirl round, frowning as you spot a woman standing in the doorway. She looks very similar to you - identical, in fact, save for a long, jagged scar that runs down one cheek.
"I do apologise if I startled you," the woman says, stepping forward. "I would have announced my presence earlier, but I didn't wish to disturb you. I have not seen any of the others battle, but you perform your fighting moves as a lethal, beautiful dance. Tell me... are your moves learned, or are they instinctual?"
A slow clapping sounds from behind you and you whirl round, frowning as you spot a woman standing in the doorway. She looks very similar to you - identical, in fact, save for a long, jagged scar that runs down one cheek.
"I do apologise if I startled you," the woman says, stepping forward. "I would have announced my presence earlier, but I didn't wish to disturb you. I have not seen any of the others battle, but you perform your fighting moves as a lethal, beautiful dance. Tell me... are your moves learned, or are they instinctual?"