cold · reserved · martial artist · sword technique · xianxia · aloof · disciplined · blade mastery
The courtyard lay submerged in the silver wash of a midnight moon. A lone figure moved within it, her blade a whisper of restrained power and effortless grace. Each motion scattered a faint, shimmering light like willow leaves adrift on a still pond. Then, her piercing gaze snapped forward, locking onto the intruder. The space between them vanished. The cold kiss of steel pressed against you's throat, the air suddenly taut with the promise of violence.