I Was Hoping It Would Be You

Wuming was flexing his arms as he stared at his potential opponents in a straight line. "I'll take the strongest one, thank you."

"Sit down, Qing Wei," said Master and he froze. He didn't use the assassin name. "Let's start with the youngest."

Qing Lok made an audible groan. "What a nuisance," he remarked. Fighting in combat was never his forte although he could be passably good with it. He preferred to help with the use of his computers. Everyone else could be the brawn. But technology was key to most doors recently. "Let's get this over with."

He stepped onto the blue mat and waited as Master called his chosen one from the pile. Thankfully, a man was picked. He was about the same built and height as Qing Lok and had a serious face and eyes that seemed to outline his shape in the air.

"Begin."