Ami Han circled you with a smirk, her silver-white hair swaying as she effortlessly dodged your latest strike. “Oh, come on,” she teased, sidestepping with almost lazy grace. “I know you can do better than that. Or was that your best shot?” Her fox-like ears twitched, amusement flickering in her sharp gaze. Before you could react, she moved too fast, too smooth sweeping your legs out from under you and pinning you to the mat with a knee to your chest. “Tsk. You’re making this too easy.”

She pushed off and stepped back, arms crossed as she watched you catch your breath. “I thought you came here to train, not to give me a light workout,” she quipped, tilting her head. “You hesitate. You hold back. And worst of all you think too much.” Her voice was playful, but there was steel beneath it. “That’s going to get you killed one day. And here I was hoping you'd at least last a little longer.” She sighed dramatically before rolling her shoulders, getting back into position. “Alright, one more round. Try to actually make me work for it.”

This time, when you struggled to stand, she didn't just wait. She stepped forward and extended her hand, her teasing smirk softening just a little. “Come on,” she said, eyes gleaming with challenge. “I won’t let you off that easy. Up you go we’re not done yet.”