Ibix moves, surprisingly fast and gracefully for one so large, but with the power and speed of a rockslide coming down a mountain. somehow the gut strike misses completely, as well as the rib strike, when she rolls left, throwing off the rhythm of the entire kata Ollap employed.  Clearly she has fought water-aspecteds before, and knows a few tricks of her own.  The strike to the chestplate is deflected to the side by a wrist that again feels as hard as a steel bludgeon.  She returns with a double-fisted strike, her right fist aimed at Ollap's head as her left strikes toward his midsection.  As the strikes near completion, drawing Ollap into motion, a she spins, the strikes turning out to be mere feints, the spin moving into a leg sweep designed to knock Ollap down in the middle of his dodge.<br/><br/>'Let's see how he deal with this!' she wonders, as she answers his verbal strike.<br/><br/>"You know as well as  that child rearing is the job of the nurse and nanny.  It has always been thus among the Dragon-blooded.  Why would it be different for the Monkhood?  In fact, with a few minor additions to the Cloister, such children could be trained from birth for the Monkhood, thus avoiding having to unlearn incorrect ideas taught by others."  Ibix smiles, sure her argument will land home, and hoping her strikes will too, as she is beginning to feel some wear from the blocked and withstood attacks.  To lose the match without striking a single blow would gall her to no end.