"A real soldier will never use any underhanded method!" Feng Huan seethed, laying on the ground with someone weaker than him pinning him down.
Xiong Jingfei removed the sword away from his neck and chuckled, "Did you hit your head too hard?"
Feng Huan pulled himself up a little with his arms and appeared at a loss to her question.
Xiong Jingfei got off from him and put one hand on her chest, "I am not a soldier but merely a maid."
Feng Huan struck with her obvious answer. He got up and dusted the dirt off his armor. Taking his sword away from her, he glared, "Cunning!"
"Thank you for the compliment, friend."
"Friend?" Feng Huan put the sword back into its home. "When did I become friends with you? I should be master to you!"
Xiong Jingfei clapped her hands together and laughed, "That means you agree to train me! Ahh, Zhao Fan's name does come in great use in time of need!"
