Ying didn't want to kill. That much she was absolutely sure of. After her time in the tear, she didn't want to hurt anything more than she already had. A lurching feeling attacked her stomach, as she knew she was going against everything Medea had taught them.
Yet there was another thing she was certain of. Fighting would never cease to exist. It was the very existence of the clans purpose to cause chaos amongst the humans. They had an entire faction dedicated to warfare.
So she needed to find a way around it. The best way she saw fit was to learn how to fight without actually killing. Surely there was a way to disarm or ... maybe ...
She saw a very pretty conquest horseman pass by. "U-Um! Excuse me miss! I know we have not properly met, b-but my name is Ying Zheng and um ... c-could you possibly help me with something?"
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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