That was fast, but Li Hua couldn't be surprised. She drew in an even breath, feeling the push of the disturbed air, twisting her shoulder into the attack to make a smaller target, fan spread protectively over her vulnerable side to deter the point of the boy's sword. The other cut open her arm but she barely winced, blood streaking down her white skin and soaking into the silk on her bicep, and Li Hua let it flow freely as she swung to face the child again, his short arms forcing him close for his attack and twisted before he could redirect, letting her cut her blade across his middle.