What is the first thing she was taught? The fundamental lesson of her sensei, the one she had carried with her, her whole entire life? Nkomis sat in a small boat with a tiny, rumbling engine heading towards what she assumed, due to the immense size of it, was a flagship. She whispered the answers to her own thoughts aloud,
"Lightening is your opposite... You're yang" she sighed, her eye's bound by a strip of orange material that would normally be seen on her wrist.
She was heading right into the belly of the beast. Walking into her worst nightmare and for what? A tournament that promised infomation on "Silver" which, in all honesty, would most probably lead her nowhere. What could be worse? She was heading towards vast quantities of bright light coupled with an element that was twice as deadly to her as the average human. The situation was always going to arise, however, and she had come to accept it. Besides at least she could take her anger out on the person she fought, whoever or whatever it may be.
Her hair blew on a slight breeze coming in from the south, the lightening post attached to the little ship she sat in buzzed with every jolt. At least it kept it away from her, though, with every flash her lip quivered as she saw the light from under her makeshift veil. Nkomis was no coward, but she was riding into everything she had been told to steer clear of, willingly.
Before long the lone sailor steering her ship grunted indicating they were there. She rose and lifted her blindfold, but only slighty, so that she could find her way onto the ship and below deck away from the light and electricty. She jumped straight from one deck to the other, her feet never made a sound even as she touched down on the hardwood of the Artificial Thunderbird. Without hesitation she ran straight towards the nearest door. Throwing it open she dived inside and tugging it shut nearly tearing the handle off with the force and fear. She sat for a while leaning hard against the door she listened to the fast drum of her heart. She reluctantly removed her blindfold and tied it back around her wrist, still panting she rose shakily to her feet.
'You fool Nkomis.' she said to herself, 'Acting like a mouse faced with a cat'
The situation, in her mind at least, seemed dire. The sounds of the ship ominous. Her heart beat sounded the beat of battle and from what she had read whilst doing research, the lightening outside wasnt the only danger aboard and that was before she found her opponent.
Finally gaining her barings she decided to venture further down into the ship in search of a better point for battle. In close quarters only her swordsmanship could aid her, but out in the open she had her "abilities" also. Without another though and pushing fears from her mind she walked down a set of narrow, steep sloped steps into the bowels of the Thunderbird.
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