For Patricia, it was a very undignified end to an already rather embarrassing fight. Instead of connecting with Yin, her headlong rush simply faded until her momentum ran out completely and she stumbled to a halt, feeling vaguely confused. Had she been so blind that she missed him completely? He'd been right there a moment ago ... But it was all over anyway. She had nothing worthwhile left to give in a fight where she and apparently all three of the other novices were completely outclassed. Horribly unladylike, backed-up-toilet-drain sounds emanated from her as she tried to wipe and blow her nose on a corner of the long belt she wore around her waist. Bent over double with her hands resting on her knees, breathless, was when she noticed something odd on the rocky ground. A shadow.<br/><br/>Patricia twisted and stared up at the sky just in time to see Yin come down from his gravity-defying jump. Her mouth fell open and she didn't remember to close it again until after his impressive landing and the announcement that their fight was over.<br/><br/>He was still willing to take them on after that abysmal performance? Genuinely surprised but happily so, she ran a hand through her half-shaven head of hair and chuckled to herself, then pinched her broken nose between two fingers to keep it from gushing any more blood. She approached Yin and stuck her free hand out at him to shake. "Patricia Holden, pleasure to meet you," she said enthusiastically. "Jolly good of you to take us on."