move like the water

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      There was no verbal reply, but the grin that stretched across the artist’s face no doubt verified her inquiry. Of course, it was more of a rhetorical question seeing as it would have been difficult to mistake the oversized art utensil as anything but, though it was always the reaction from the unexpected that he enjoyed seeing above all else. It gave him two types of advantages; one was short-term in which his opponent often staggered in their assault, while the second was long-lasting, for they knew not of its use.

      This felt different, better in its own way. To practice with someone who was good with a weapon of their choice kept one on their toes. That weapon, though, Taohua thought as she was indeed forced to retreat for a moment to catch her footing and find a way to counter, or at least defend herself, was a paintbrush. A paintbrush! It was a peculiar weapon at best, and the ink that accompanied it was magic--it had to be. She wondered what it was exactly that made it that way; it wasn't a natural element like water or fire, nor was it something quick and destructive like lightning.