He could feel her intent.  She was strong, she had fantastic potential.  But would she be able to do him harm?  His own blade came up, stopping hers, but it had enough force behind it to make him stumble half a step.  Given her sudden surge in strength, intent, the lightning he encircled himself with would do little more than tickle her at the moment.<em>She's growing stronger</em>, he thought to himself.<em>In one day she'd found that intent</em>.  It was a step in the right direction.<br/><br/>"Good girl," Zhou said, flicking his blade and pushing her back from him as if she weighed nothing more than a pound or two.  "More, young one.  Show me why you should be feared.  Show me why you're a dangerous opponent.  You need more.  That sword isn't going anywhere in your hand.  That's yours.  YOUR blade which YOU will use to bring back YOUR mother.  Can you do it?"  A flick of his wrist had Sky Dragon covering the distance between them in less time than it takes to blink, a heart to beat, or even a thought to be conveyed across the brain.  He merely hoped she used that same intent to deflect, or simply block the blow.  She was strong.