Miss Michika

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She is as beautiful as the moon and as dark as the night, her scarlet eyes glittering as she gazes into your eyes. Her hair is the black of deep water, and her fur the white of ice and snow, her black velvet dress hugs her body as tightly as a lover's caress. Elegant, dark, and cold, a lady from exotic Eastern lands brought to the West. The Widow Hyalinde, Lady Michika, a beautiful and sultry flying fox woman: as desirable an older woman as ever stirred a young man's loins.

Armed with only a fan, she stands by the window, addressing her challenger. "Defeated Jessica, have you? I suppose it was inevitable. That girl was skilled and fast, but also hot-headed, too quick to attack, too slow to think. I shall have to punish her again, like I used to do when she was my student, for allowing you to challenge me."

"Well, you shall find that I am no slip of a girl to be defeated easily." Her scarlet eyes blaze behind her wire-rimmed glasses. "I have fought over one thousand duels in my time, and I have won them all. I have never been touched in combat. I have defeated over six hundred men with swords using only my hands. The broken swords of ninety-nine dead swordsmen line the walls of my manor." She raises her steel-reinforced fan in salute. "Are you ready to become the hundredth?"