Ange’s expression creased as she tries to grasp the concept of what Shala was explaining to her.  The young amazon could only assume that this dojo is where such feats she is preforming could be learned, and that ki is something similar to one’s inner strength, especially when she goes into a fighting frenzy – summoning bouts of energy that make her battle prowess fiercer, deadlier.  Her face softened as she brought out a grin at the elf’s offer.<br/><br/>“Perhaps.  If the length of this trip would allow us.”  The musclebound woman sized Shala up.  In spite of her looks she does not seem to carry a foppish air about her that she gets from most of the passengers aboard the Asura’s Luck.  And the way she described her art suggested of applications of the combative nature besides the mere parlor tricks she has shown so far.  Perhaps before their journey is over she could have a chance to spar with this woman.  “I say, you don’t strike me as like most of the soft folk I’ve seen around here.  Are you perhaps on your way to participate in one of the Games?<br/>