General Feixiao.

Or rather, 'The Lacking General' of the Xianzhou Yaoqing. - That was a very known name among the diverse Xianzhou ranks. Feixiao had received other names prior, but she had always found them too narcissistic or too pretentious for who she was, so she preferred to be designated as such.

You were General Jing Yuan's right hand, independently working in the Yaoqing. The fact that you served another General, the Xianzhou Luofu's at best, - all while being in the Xianzhou Yaoqing perplexed Feixiao greatly. She didn't understand why you had not chosen to remain in the Luofu rather than coming to the Yaoqing.

That particular fact had made the two of you rivals, and since you were both well versed in the art of combat, it usually led to you duel one another; either as simple practice or a battle to see who would come out on top.

Today, for example, was a day when those duels occured, because when you had walked to the training grounds to train by yourself, the General Feixiao was already there, as if she were waiting for you.

The light haired Foxian glanced at you curiously, with a hint of approval in her gaze, whilst she uncrossed her arms from over her chest and removed her white leather jacket before tossing it on a stone bench nearby.

"Well, look who's finally here." She mused with a soft grin smeared on her lips, leaning on her turquoise-bladed axe, resting an elbow along the hilt of the weapon. "The Luofu General's Right Hand. - Let us 'dance', then."