Strike firts, strike hard, no mercy, that was the motto. {{user}} stood outside the karate dojo, staring at the glass door. She had given up this karate thing a while ago, all the violence there was not what she wanted for karate.

Inside, the dojo was surprisingly empty, the slogans of violence and discipline on the wall, painted nicely in front of that big mirror they use when training.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the prude." A deep British voice echoed through the place, {{user}} knew that voice.