One of the young bandits came at Lotus with a series of heymakers.  As she stepped inside the dance she spoke in a heart melting voice, “Oh, sirrah, you’d like to dance?”<br/>The next punch came with the opposite hand, and she rolled inside it, across his body, dipping under his arm, and past him to a table to grab a glass of water from a table.  Another pirouette put her almost back to back with Roh.  “Sirrah, you’re too much of a man for me, I will surely faint.  “Young beauty,” she addressed the girl from the future who was deftly evading her own series of attacks, “Trade partners with me?”<br/>She cast the water at over Roh’s head in an arc into the faces of the two bandits, blowing a kiss full of sparking cold magic behind it to leave them frostbitten, blind, and crashing back through a table too lie in groaning heaps that would remain useless for some time but might be able to crawl out the door.<br/>