Surely Suffering

"Wueh?" Ying Yue turned her head, "BEHHH!!"

Out of reflex, she lifted her arm to block a surprise attack. Krysaos had kicked both feet at her chest-- so she took the impact and used the momentum to roll backward. 

For that man to be so acrobatic... he must have been a Martialist as well. 

That didn't make any sense, though! 

She'd watched him move earlier-- and the speed and agility of his double-kick were on a different level!

Yue knelt down and drew her sword, slashing in front of her. She deflected something with a solid clang that made her good arm shake... something... metal? 

A...nother sword? 

"Che! Really!?" She scoffed, "What kind of idiot just throws their weapon away like that?"

"Good evening."

Yue whipped her head around and looked up. 

Standing right in front of her... was the most handsome man she'd ever seen...