Etienne stopped shortly into his hallway sprint in front of a young woman in a grungy band shirt, biker shorts and high top sneakers. The young woman tapped her feet and nodded her head, her curly hair bouncing with every movement.
"Inez I'm assuming," Etienne said aloud.
She frowned at him, her expression tinged with something like disgust. She stared at him silently.
"Not the talkative type, huh? Good, neither am I," Etienne muttered. He unsheathed his katana and swung the blunt side at Inez.
She dodged with a swift back step and closed the distance just as quickly. She bumped Etienne with her hip, and swept him off his feet with dramatic flair.
Etienne scrambled up and held his sword out in front of him.
"Matriarch of Motion, huh?" Etienne thought to himself, "I wonder how long she's been dancing to be at this level."
Etienne sheathed his sword and dropped into a fighting stance.
