The tea did not taste right.  Exotic flavors blended into an alien mixture that gave her stomach and palate little comfort.  Still the woman sipped at the concoction in the vain hopes that the recipe would make sense, that her senses would find comfort at least in warmth and liquid.  A demure nose peered out from the trappings of a hooded cloak.  Features unusual to these people but familiar to this region remained in the shadows of the itchy material, only dark curls of hair escaped forward to fall over her chest.  Trinkets of colorful beads and turquoise stone rolled down her slender wrists while she sipped quietly at the beverage.  Sayen had no desire to be noticed just yet, no desire to draw attention that she was a stranger in her own land.  Still her desires seemed of little interest to the Governor and his men.<br/><br/>Much noise and fanfare were made on their arrival.  They were not the artists of death her people were on the hunt.  Instead the men here came with arrogance and shouting to make their claim on her.  To hunt her in her own lands, to call her prey when indeed she was the predator to so many of them was almost insulting.  Patiently she let her breath roll from between her lips to slide over the heated surface of the tea.  Not once did a muscle stir when the men came toward her.  Never did she let even the surface of the liquid stir when a man’s hand came for her cloak.  Fingers tightened on the material to grab her, to restrain her.  A prayer went up from her lips in the form of a war cry, a sharp piercing call.  Tea went upward as she rolled backward into his grasp.<br/><br/>Hot liquid struck the man’s face while she rolled backward and free of his grip.  A lithe figure decorated in the brown leathers of her people appeared in the flurry of bodies and cloth.  Knife and axe held in her slight hands, her body an image of slender grace.  Stillness was no place for a warrior, only for the scholar.  So there was no pause in her movements as the first blade came her way.  Startled by the sudden call to action the initial thrust of a sword was clumsy and the curved head of her tomahawk easily settled on the blade.  A quick jerk brought the blade down while the reverse grip of her knife came upward.  Steel to flesh, but she kept moving as the spray echoed behind her.<br/><br/>A hammer fell and a hammer struck the floor.  Twin weapons found no purchase on her flesh or bone, but instead collided only with the ground.  Like the raptor she took flight.  Long legs pressed forward to strike the faces of both men.  A moment to stun them, to let them feel the fear that their faces were so easily touched before her feet struck the floor.  She was on the first them, her axe colliding with the side of his face in a tight spin of her body.  Like a dancer she came around him with axe and then knife, then the hammer of his partner came down to strike him again.  There was no time for grief or surprise.  The knife was released in the air and snatched again, her grip reversed so that she could drive the blade home beneath the man’s ribs and armor, seeking his heart before moving only with only the whisper of death to linger.<br/><br/>---OOC--<br/><br/>Yang Result: 3, 1, 5, 3, 1,<br/><br/>Yin Result: 4<br/><br/>Yang 5/Yin 1