midnightinautumn
London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, My Fair Lady.
A sword is unsheathed, a fist flies, and the wind sings.
A young swordsman stays conscious of her foot stance, not allowing her fencing opponent to make a hit. She's too focused on her next move, to hear the wind sing.
A young fighter is in stance, blocking a strike from his opponent, his knee making contact with his opponent. He's too focused on the next move of his opponent, to hear the wind sing.