“Why don’t you just give in?!” Yeung Hong screamed as he whirled and slashed low to target Wong Yung’s legs. Missed again. “I’m getting tired of fighting you!”
“Same here!” Wong Yung retorted. “It’s so boring to always defeat you!”
Yeung Hong’s dragon eyes flashed. He disliked being patronised, much less by Wong Yung. “Well, today you’ll know defeat!” He whirred and executed a series of close-range attacks before suddenly delivered a roundhouse kick. Wong Yung ducked, but a naughty protruding root from one of the many trees in the bamboo forest they fought in caught her. She tripped and fell on her back, just in time to avoid Yeung Hong’s roundhouse kick.
“Hah! I got you!” Yeung Hong lifted his sword high to execute a fatal, if not lethal, strike.
“You say!” Wong Yung reached for her fallen sword to parry again.
Yet a sudden roar froze both enemies to their own positions.