A lady with blonde hair stretching her legs. Her eyes blank save for the reflecting light. She wonders about the upcoming fight. A fight with someone familiar. She stops.

Where is her opponent? Is she late? Did something happen to her?

Nope, she's behind the blonde on top of a tree. The blonde stands up and pouts.

"You gotta be kiddin me! She's right there all that time!"

Oh, yep. Her opponent. . . Her blood relative. Up there, reading a book. 

"Enough warm ups! Come on sis."

Her sister closes her book, The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Then jumps down into a portal. The portal drops her onto the ground. Still holding the book, she smirks.

"Fight!" The blond says. Then she proceeds to feign a punch. Her opponent knows this. And jumps into the feign.

The blonde is surprised and quickly tries to knee and move in momentum. But the grey haired opponent block and ducks. Before the blonde swings around. The grey haired rolled forward.

The blonde is angry. She chases the grey haired one. To...a... tree? Really!

The blonde punches the tree. And the grey haired hid behind it. And mocks, "Do you always whiff, sis."

Angrily, the blonde punches through the tree with ease. And this opens a chance for the grey haired one. She aimed at the eyes with her index fingers. And pokes them.

Ow. With that, the fight stops. "Really sis. My eyes. You cheap shot."

The grey haired one smiles. "I can't win physically. So yeah. Heh, you always win one on one. But you suck at tactics."

"Whatever, sis."