Partway through her gregarious trawl through the tournament goers, Ming's ear tingled. She turned away from a patron, excusing herself, and laid her red eyes on the loud man challenging her friends.

>Sense motive vs. Chung Po: (12)+8 = 20

Ming smirked. This guy probably meant what he said with his oath, so none of her friends were in danger. However, he clearly had no idea how to ask Kyoumi out on a date. If you want to impress girls, you wrestle someone [i]else,[/i] right? Right. This monk needed some help to show off. He could wrestle Ming instead.

Ming strutted across the noodle house. As she closed the distance, she wove her fingers and pushed her hands out to make her joints crack. She stopped, her feet shoulder width apart, with a stomp on the floorboards. Her bare fists were at her hips. She looked up brightly at the monk that stood at least a head taller than her.

[colour=C3C3C3]"I'll play!"[/colour] Ming declared [colour=C3C3C3]"I'm Ming, and I know nothing about being a monk!"[/colour] She brought a hand to the nine-tailed fox pendant around her neck. [colour=C3C3C3]"I swear I won't permanently harm you, either. And if I accidentally do, I promise to heal you."[/colour]

The short, weedy young woman was not convincing anyone in the noodle house. The tall, sure-handed man looked like he could pout and blow a stiff enough breeze to force her to the floor.

Ming lifted her left hand and her folded buckler with it. The same nine-tailed fox as her pendant was emblazoned on its boss. [colour=C3C3C3]"Do you mind if I get to use my shield as well? I won't use it as a weapon. It's uh...part of my wrestling defence!"[/colour]