The metal blow was strong, but aimless.  No technique poured from the man’s body and no skill guided his attacks, at least none that she could discern.  Yet she would move like air and water, around him and with him.  So when the blow came she turned away.  Body arched as she made a leap back and to the side.  Others may have though his strike landed except no blood descended from her lips and no bruise formed on her face.  Instead she landed on hands and knees for but a moment before coming at him much like the mighty Wendigo of the cold winds.  Her knife flashed cold steel against his flesh, the reverse grip finding the tender fat of his belly as she moved to and past him.  As if he were not her target, Sayen continued to move so that his strike fell on the poor table.<br/><br/>The woman’s true goal seemed to be the tomahawk he had struck aside with his hand.  Quickly she raced, sweeping past the pillar.  When she moved past the weapon was no longer there.  The man broke apart the table in a great display of strength.  As pieces flew around him she came through them with a great leap.  Hands were raised upward with knife and tomahawk in her grasp, knees lifting upward to curl against her body.  Like a hurricane she collided with his chest, knees first to push him back.  Knife descended to catch on his arm, yet the heavy handed axe in her other hand pressed downward while a blood cry left her lips.  The sound echoed across the walls to pierce the hearts and minds, to reach his ancestors and her own.<br/><br/>“Do you not hear them with every drop of blood I spill from you?  They call for your return, they call for you to learn the ways you abandoned.  Come, I will send you to them for your final lesson.”<br/><br/><br/>Yang Result: 1, 1, 6<br/><br/>Yin Result: 3, 1, 5