In the middle of a wide circle, Zhi Rui stood still with eyes closed.
The smell of sand and blood stagnated the air, while the heat messed with everybody's peace of mind.
She could feel the breathing, the mood, a person's whole plethora of feelings of everyone around her.
Three people stood at the edge of the ring, two with a bleeding nose and One with a broken jaw, they watched with attention while three warriors encircled Zhi Rui.
Zhi Rui concentrated on the strings she latched onto those she already touched.
(Breathe. Focus on yourself, then project it.)
Two men stood in front of her, they were encroaching very slowly. Zhi Rui focused on the woman behind, she could feel her nerves going crazy. She could even hear her clenched teeth gritting against each other
Their tactic was simple, the one behind would attack first as a surprise, and when Zhi Rui turned around the other two would jump with every might they could muster.
