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With all the force of a great typhooon -
Mulan is early to bed and early to wake, and just as early to get to the Sensoriums for practice. A strictly military woman, she's not much for meditation. Quiet reflection is for when you're on the march, and sitting around has no place in the middle of a war. Not the one she fought, anyway.
Her kung-fu reflects this. Her style is a model of efficiency, the sort of fighting that results when an experienced warrior takes a young, underpowered farmhand and trains her to hit for the maximum amount of damage that can be dealt out with the shortest amount of training time. It's not flashy. It's not refined. There's not a lot of spirituality involved. There's just Mulan, and imaginary enemies needing to be hit, and muscles in the process of being kept up.
After her encounter with Sawyer, she's more thoroughly maintaining her gender-neutral garb, still pulling her hair back, still wearing her roomy men's shirt and loose yoga pants with the plantsuit underneath. She flows through the movements of her agressive, active katas, as the sun rises over a simulation of her original training field, illuminating dew and mist over the green grass, and the sound of a rushing river somewhere in the background, out of sight in the forest behind her. A tree hung with ripe lychees shades her as she strikes, evades, and flows. In a few minutes, some of them will be breakfast.
Her kung-fu reflects this. Her style is a model of efficiency, the sort of fighting that results when an experienced warrior takes a young, underpowered farmhand and trains her to hit for the maximum amount of damage that can be dealt out with the shortest amount of training time. It's not flashy. It's not refined. There's not a lot of spirituality involved. There's just Mulan, and imaginary enemies needing to be hit, and muscles in the process of being kept up.
After her encounter with Sawyer, she's more thoroughly maintaining her gender-neutral garb, still pulling her hair back, still wearing her roomy men's shirt and loose yoga pants with the plantsuit underneath. She flows through the movements of her agressive, active katas, as the sun rises over a simulation of her original training field, illuminating dew and mist over the green grass, and the sound of a rushing river somewhere in the background, out of sight in the forest behind her. A tree hung with ripe lychees shades her as she strikes, evades, and flows. In a few minutes, some of them will be breakfast.