A little music to fit the mood

[xin_shan_quan_girl]

Even in the wilds of the Netherworld, there are boulders.

In front of this particular boulder, a figure in pink stands, her palms together, her eyes closed. She focuses.

Slowly, she begins to move -- simply at first, a few punches here, a few kicks there. Graceful, deliberate motions that are almost more of a dance than they are a martial art.

Then faster, with more power. She moves in a circle, running through the moves as if they are built into her very being. Only the smallest beads of sweat break out on her brow.

She puts her palms together again. Calm.

And then -- a hurricane. Faster than the eye can see, she moves, punching, kicking. Her mind as much of a weapon as her body, she is formidable in her actions, and yet as light on her feet as a feather.

A final moment of focus, and she directs one final punch at the boulder.

A beat.

And the boulder splits in half.

She resists the urge to smirk. She hopes Sammo, Yuan and the old man are watching somewhere.

Comments

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

That what I think too. Y' gotta keep trying if y' want something. Took me awhile t' learn that, I gotta admit, an' it's hard to always remember it, but it's true.

[solidprinny.livejournal.com]

It's sometimes tempting, but I think it's a sin to just give in. Too many things - good things were lost that way.

[The prinny closed his eyes]

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

...sounds like y've had experience on that front.

[solidprinny.livejournal.com]

I've seen the ugly side of humanity - can't give up on them, but my perspective isn't exactly rosy.

[xinshanquangal.livejournal.com]

Don't blame ya. Can't let yerself give in, though. If there was one thing the crazy bastard was onto, it was that anybody can become a Demon King if they don't watch themselves.