Joan the Paladin

"Urgh!.." Ian retched uncontrollably. The scent of burnt flesh had invaded his nostrils, and he could taste ashes on his tongue. His mind had gone blank, muffled by the echo of the obliterating strike that kept ringing in his ear – He had yet to process that the skeleton which had slumped at his feet, and his beautiful yet stern martial arts teacher, were one and the same.

As he snapped his jaw in an attempt to unclog his ears, he grimaced at how easier it was to be smitten by the obliterating strike, than it was to witness its might out of the blue.