Alan charged first, drawing his sword and echoing a silent war cry. Mei-Ying tensed and flipped back as the sword came crashing down where she used to stand. Her hands moved in graceful and fluid motions, sending a wave of high pressured water toward Alan. He rolled to the side to dodge but Mei-Ying was already coming at him with a swift roundhouse kick. He blocked it with his sword and then they both hopped away from each other.