I expected the Priestess of Water to be a willowy maiden sitting beside a pool, using her powers for divination or healing. I didn’t think she’d kick my ass.
She flowed across the training yard, moving gracefully from stance to stance. A spiraling jet of water danced through the air around her, forming a shield to deflect my attacks one minute and snapping out like a wet towel the next. It wasn’t long before she forced me to yield.
“You weren’t what I expected,” I said.
“Water is unpredictable,” she said. “But you will learn to go with the flow.”

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