Mai, while you and your furry sidekick give a pretty good account of yourselves, you quickly find your opponents adjusting to your usual style.  Chao Yi probably briefed them closely after having someone spy on you or something...which would be about right for the little weasel's style, wouldn't it?   although Ling would know for certain.  Worse, they've also thought ahead!  You're still faster, by a long shot, but you end up with a couple of near misses and glancing blows for your trouble, and you'll definitely be feeling this tomorrow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mai</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mild Tag!  Bruised.</div></div><br/>Ling, Chao Yi goes flying and lands flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him in one sudden whoosh as he crashes down.  He seems a bit out of it, but still waves one arm as if trying to gesture grandly in your general direction.  It looks pretty silly.<br/><br/>For her part, Urvasi takes advantage of her target rich environment and lashes out with another display of acrobatic grace with a strong hint of the ol' Chop Sockey that looks amazingly like Air Style without the elemental boost provided by bound chi.  Even so, it's impressive.  It's showy.  It definitely speaks to the immediate witnesses, and what it says is something along the lines of 'the first dozen of you to reach me get tossed around by rag dolls, and there are only eleven of you'.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wire Fu again...</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 6, 1, <br/>Total: 9<br/>Assigns Tag of "Over-awed" to the mook squad</div></div>