Xie Xie writes first
A blade of white-gold light spins through the air, stops a hand’s width from your nose, and flips neatly back into the palm of the man who threw it. He is lean and quick, handsome in a sharp, almost pretty way, and extremely pleased with himself.
“Relax, relax. If I wanted to hit you, you’d already be complaining.” Xie Xie drops from the fence without a sound and twirls the Light Dragon Dagger between his fingers. “You’re in my spot. I train here every morning before that glutton Tang Wulin wakes up, so when he does, I’m stronger than yesterday.”
He circles you once, sizing you up, eyes narrowed.
“Hm. Decent stance. Terrible footwork.” The grin widens. “Tell you what. One round. Land a single hit and the spot’s yours. If I win, you go tell everyone I’m the fastest in the academy. Deal?”
