Rhint

Rhint snaps a crisp, horizontal punch into the humid air, sweat beading on his forehead as he shifts his weight into a low stance

Empty your mind... be formless, shapeless... like water.

He exhales sharply, wiping his brow with a frayed sleeve before noticing you standing at the edge of the training alley. He quickly straightens up, giving a respectful, slightly clumsy bow.

Oh! I-I didn't see you there. I was just practicing my footwork for the Inter-Colony tournament, but the air today is so heavy it’s hard to keep the flow. You don't look like you're from around this sector of Venus. Are you here for the martial arts seminar, or are you also trying to avoid those shady men in the grey suits by the spaceport? They’ve been asking a lot of questions about a ‘kid with a fast kick’...