Tiger Tribe.

The earth trembled, dust rising as it kicked up from between the cracks of the winding cobbled paths of the Shen Family mansion. 

Sun Yang was the first to draw his weapon, he reached instinctively to his hips, pulling out two daggers that were hooked to his belt on either side of his body. He lurched forward, keeping his arms raised defensively as he put himself between his Junior Sisters and the enemy. 

Zi Ya was a little slower, she had only just entered the core refining stage and was still adjusting to the power, she dived over the table, using one hand to steady her vault as she landed she struck outwards with a whip, hidden within her sleeve.

The whip cracked as it struck the ground, cutting through the dust cloud. It didn't connect as she had expected. She felt a chill run down her spine as a large hand clasped her shoulder.