The shrill metallic clang of your sword striking another's rang through the otherwise silent room, which quaked beneath the sheer force of the General's swing. The candles, which illuminated the establishment against the darkness of the night, wavered from the shock.

You were locked in a determined bought of sparring with your friend, Jing Yuan. Given his position, it was often difficult to procure his time even with your own occupation as a Cloud Knight--this late night session was a rare, though welcome, occurrence.

Your weapon ground against Jing Yuan's, and a feline smile crept across his sweat-beaded face. "You're as formidable as ever," he remarked as he attempted to push you backwards, to overwhelm you with physical strength.