Snippet #2680931

What the woman said made sense. Those very problems with that approach were what had allowed Fang Ling to survive after all. Maybe she hadn't taken it as seriously as she should have, knowing the woman would likely not harm her, at least too badly. So she had just taken what she knew she could do for sure, albeit faulty, instead of making a gamble.

That 'tripping over her own feet' had been a very real possibility after all, and she didn't know if the woman would have managed to predict as much from the movements leading up to it. No, an easily readable attack was what she had chosen, so that the chance that she would stumble into a blade would lessen.

She didn't word this though, not wanting to be seen as a coward.

Normally she wouldn't even have made the first move anyway, but it almost felt like something had compelled her to do so. Was it the same thing that drew her to the woman? That, she did not know, and didn't dare guess, although she briefly entertained the notion this was part of the 'destiny' the old man spoke of. She wasn't that presumptuous though, and quickly discarded the thought.

The woman's expression had softened as she continued talking.

Was Fang Ling worthy of her attention? Fang Ling herself didn't think so.

And... Well... This was harder to word, but did she want that attention?

This thought came despite her strange attraction to the woman, as she didn't think she would ever feel safe holding a sword.

She was conflicted, and it clearly showed on her face.