
Monday morning, around 9am, a crowd had gathered around a circular area in the park that was closed off by steel barriers usually used in parades to keep people from running into the street. But in this ring-like formation were a couple of performers donning different costumes themed after different countries. The costumes ranged from simple ones that farmers would wear, to really elegant ones that the rich in formal gatherings could be seen in.
Lei Ling was wearing something like the latter. It was a red Cheongsam with floral patters in dark red, white and gold. She was simply waiting at the side until it was her turn to perform with her partner who was at the opposite end of the make-shift arena.
She had been practicing for this for months now. It gave her something to do, and it fed the nostalgia of home. While the fight was choreographed, the familiar movements were comforting.
As the soundtrack changed, Lei Ling took to the arena, as did her sparring partner. She was wielding a short sword with a red tassel hanging from the hilt while her opponent was wielding a spear with red feathers below the head.
The demonstration started with the two of them sizing each other up, and as the song switched gears, the two of them clashed. Lei Ling was on the defensive for the first part, dodging the spear in the essence of the matrix dodge, only going at blinding speed. The sharpness of the spear was displayed when it struck her dress from the hip, all the way down, ripping the dress but freeing her leg so she could move freely. That part of the performance had always made her nervous. After all, she could have had a spear right in her leg at that point.
But as the song shifted, to a more feminine touch, it shifted to the second part. It was her turn to style.
@MarcellusD