He was quick. Korra yelped when Link's poke landed exactly as he intended. She whirled around, grasping the swords against her arms and keeping them in front of her in a defensive stance. She was anything but a natural; fourteen years of fighting empty handed was proving nearly impossible to relearn, and even if many of the forms and movements were familiar, it was just enough of a difference to throw her off.

She began to circle Link, waiting to see if he would make another move.