Winter purses her lips. “Hey! Barry!” She calls up the stairs. 

Sorcha watches every move and then she darts forward and feints a parry and steps to the side and hooks his temple and hits his ribs with her pommel, and kicking the back of his knee before she gets back.

Asa giggles like someone tickled would and she knees him in the private area and jabs him in the nose, and her fingers catch in his eyes before she retreats a few steps to watch him. 

Khalida frowns. “I don’t understand. Why do I need to learn to fight? What is this place? Isn’t that ‘monster’ a dream, and how did you know? What is going on? What kind of question is that? Why do you need to know?” She sighs. “Well if you must know, my mother is Meilin Li, but I’ve never met my father.”