balanced lightly on the pile of rocks as Mei-Li assessed the battle below. Sankira, her eldest brother had strode off ahead of her with nary a word, although none was needed. Mei-Li felt the irritation rise in the back of her throat, but she tamped it down, waiting for the proper moment to address Sankira's slight.

The demons wavered, flitted and shattered as Sankira deftly fought with his sword. It seemed as though he made no effort and the sword fought for him. Mei-Li smiled, proud of the skill her brother possessed. He brought great honor to the family.

Without a glance back in her direction, Sankira left the demons writhing in a pile of blood and smoke as he made way toward Monkey God and the rest of the party.

an errant demon rose from the rock, wraithing in front of her. Aggrevated and annoyed, Mei-Li flicked the thing away with her blood red Dragon nails and watched it disapate in nothingness.

Stamping her delicate foot on the rocks, she placed her hands on her hips. "Sankira!" she stared hot white daggers into the back of his head.

Stopping short, Sankira turned slowly on his heel and regarded his younger sister. "Mei-Li," he thought. "What would mother think if she heard what you were thinking?"