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              Stowing away the artifact within his robes, the monk smiles and made his way back down towards the entrance. Devoid of all modesty and the irrefutable chance to show off, Omi explained,

potential, potential, potential. all wasted on xiaolin affairs.

              For a reason that Omi could not understand, determination boiled up within him. He would not allow Chase to speak to him in such a tone. Absolutely not. His face burned as he lunged forward, jabbing up fruitlessly at his opponent. Striking nothing but air, he avoided an attack from the war lord and attempted an eagle strike.

              "I do not expect you to be naturally aware of these details. As a female, it is natural for you to overlook errors in yourself. It's perfectly normal."

Omi smiled, completely unaware of his faux-pas. His habit was inexcusable, but not entirely surprising. The 'just a girl'-type criticisms were second nature for the Dragon.

"feeling a tad mischievous today, young monk?"

              The brief moment of non-aggressive contact was all it took for Omi's guard to fall. The rod grazed his arm once, and he would not allow it to happen again. Each blow his his forearm as he guarded himself, tremors shaking his entire being before he eventually found an opening. He ducked, kicking the rod from Chase's grasp and knocking it into the water.

His breath was still and even, his energy levels heightened in the presence of his element.

              "To that, I do agree."

Omi stole a peek at the Heylin man, but he was no longer in front of him. Used to this sort of behavior, he opened his mouth to speak once more, but was immediately met with the cold lake water enveloping him.

He soon resurfaced, sending a waterspout up and knocking Chase a few feet into the air. A grin spread across his face, free of malice.

and he moves in front of omi, mimicking his stance gracefully and keeping form as he spoke, “still training, are you? it’d go much faster if you worked under my wing, of course.” one eye opens to peer at the young man, a smirk working its way onto chase young’s lips.

              "Again with the turning of the backs."

Years ago, perhaps, the futile attempt to entice jealousy within the monk would have sparked an ounce of doubt. It would have eaten away at him, forcing himself to balance on twice as many lakes until he was satisfied.

Catching quickly onto his tactics, Omi sent a genuine, calm smile back his way, eyes closed for focus. He felt every last tiny muscle tense and relax under his weight, just as he intended.

              He needn't greet his foe, as he was never one to strike when an opponent's back was turned. No, Omi was only slightly bothered by his intrusion, nevertheless proceeding to do as Chase advised.

It came as no surprise that his enemy had been stalking him before he made his presence known; this was all they had. Criticisms, occasional duels, and always, always the insistence that one should join the other party.