T.P.P
At the Dang Clan, training under the moonlight was Dang Soha in her courtyard.
She wore tight shorts and a black armless crop top vest.
Around her were wooden dummies and as she spun she threw needles stabbing them in the heads.
She moved between them like a snake slithering through obstacles.
By the time she had moved through them all there were needles on the neck of all the dummies.
She stands with three needles in her left hand and a dagger in her right her.
Standing there panting she utters;
"More!"
She began moving again.
This time faster and more precise.
After about a minute she comes to a stop.
She was panting and sweating.
"That was good warm up, you can come now." She suddenly says as she picks up a hand band from a stand and wraps it around her arm.
As she says this a dagger comes flying towards her head from behind.
She simply tilts her head to the left dodging the dagger.
The dagger plants itself on a dummy.
