"A girl who plays cards, I like her already." Hitomi commented with a sly smile as she walked over to the girl and stand behind her, arms wrapping around the girl to fix her posture and arm movement. "Cards are light and fly easily in the wind, but give them a faster spin and the wind doesn't affect them as much. Don't be tense, you need your arm to be like a whip, not a cane." Hitomi whipped out her own cards to demonstrate, flicking her wrist at the end of her arm movement and burying all five in separate dummies each.

"They don't have much power to them as well, you want to aim for where your enemy is unarmored or exposed, unless you cheat at cards like I do." She snapped her fingers and the inscriptions on the cards exploded, obliterating the dummies. "Now that's what I call a dead man's hand." She leaned back in close until her breasts were pressing against the student's back, her breath ghosting on the nervous girl's ear as she left with one last comment.

"That's not all I can do with my fingers, you know." She whispered sultrily in the girl's ear. "And this isn't the only way I like making people scream... if you want more lessons, ask for the Fox and I'll find you in my free time. Or just look for me at the brothel."

When she caught Marian's gripe about having to demonstrate proper crossbow technique, Hitomi smiled and returned to her perch on the wall. "You're wound tighter than loaded crossbow... I could help pull that trigger and unload some of that tension for you." She offered with a wriggle of her eyebrows. "Just cause you like the hard muscle of a man's body doesn't mean you can't appreciate the soft curves of a woman who knows what she's doing..." As if there was no one around to watch, Hitomi pulled her fingers up in a V-shape around her lips and stuck her tongue out, licking the air and miming something very vulgar.