Beside her the men fell away.  A new opponent appeared.  Though a man of familiar past, he was as far removed from her future as any could be.  Across her full lips grew a snarl of contempt for the man and his proposed future.  Behind him she could smell the burning of his ancestors, the tattered traditions and past he had abandoned for what he perceived as power.  Knife tip leveled at the man before words spilled from her lips.  Black hair lifted upward as if the ancestors swept past her in an act of defiance for his metal arms and tainted purpose.<br/><br/>“Your death I will make slow to appease the hungry spirits of your ancestors and see their souls at rest.”<br/><br/>Then he came for her.  Sayen came for her him then as well.  Yet when they meet she was not there, but instead her legs bent and her body shifted.  On her knees she spun around him.  To his leg her knife sliced, cutting at the tendons that held him aloft.  When he spun like the maddened boar, her tomahawk was there to knock aside his blow.  Feet came under her so that she rushed away from him.  One foot caught on a table to lift her upward.  Two axe strikes passed below her as she twisted in the air.  When next she landed her feet were atop another table.  From her hand the tomahawk flew, but only a clang of metal on metal greeted what she hoped would be bone and flesh.  He knocked aside her weapon, the blade vibrating as it struck home into a wooden post.<br/><br/>Sayen lowered her stance with an unencumbered hand lifted before her and the knife set along her side.  Lips were wet with her tongue and brow with perspiration.<br/><br/><br/>Yin Result: 3, 4, 1, 4,<br/><br/>Yang Result: 1, 4<br/>