Fangpic No.1 - Jann- Lee

Jann-Lee wiped his brow. "What is happening to me?" he thought, as he gazed fixedly at the lithe, determined-looking waif going through her warm-up routine across the floor from him.
"I'm Jann-Lee, warrior, who has prevailed against the mightiest of opponents. I have fought this girl, Lei Fang many times. Why am I suddenly so shaky; so unsure of myself?"
He glanced at the floor, but then his eyes again moved to the shapely, almost perfectly-formed legs, made bare by the deep sash in the white costume that clothed the Chinese beauty. His eyes then wandered to regard the sleek torso before finally settling on the tenacious face. Her sensuality held him spellbound. 
Goose pimples covered his arms as he recalled his previous encounter with this enchantress. Her touch, even though brutal at times, had sent shivers down his spine. His animal desire to prevail against her had been then sadly depleted. Now that same lack of feeling was overpowering him.
"It is no use," he concluded. "She has some kind of invisible hold over me." His body throbbed with passion, as he felt an incredible longing to simply take her in his arms and tenderly caress her.
What could he say? What could he do? He had never so much as spoken to her. She had always been a rival and even though he had held respect for her fighting ability, the mere presence of her had never before produced these intense emotions.
"I must say something to her." he decided, after what seemed an eternity, but was in truth no more than a moment. "But what do I say? Might she not scorn me? Will she be cruel and uncaring? How shall I know, unless I speak?"
Lei Fang came towards him in a menacing fashion. Jann-Lee stepped backward and softly uttered her name, "Lei Fang".
His heart pounded, as he repeated, "Lei Fang". She hesitated; the expression of curiosity on her face only serving to enhance her beauty.
Jann-Lee continued, almost gasping, "I just cannot do this. Not anymore; not with you." Lei Fang dropped her guard slightly and tossed her head, causing her pigtails to swing vigorously. She opened her mouth, as if to respond, but then recoiled, with a blink of her captivating eyes, and gave a sigh.
Jann-Lee spoke again, in a pleading style,"I will not fight you. I cannot tell what has come over me, but it has to do with you. I feel something; something that has taken away my warrior instincts."
"It is you, Lei Fang," he grew bolder as she seemed to be attentive to his ravings. "I feel something for you. It is like an overpowering emotion. You are so beautiful, so enchanting!"
 Lei Fang appeared disturbed, as she now broke her silence, "Jann-Lee, you and I must battle. We must fight; this is our destiny!"
Jann-Lee became very emotional, "But I have feelings for you, Lei Fang. I yearn to hold you; to caress you. Can you not see that I am sincere?" Tears welled in his eyes.
 Lei Fang relented slightly and took a step towards him. She opened her hands and lay them in front of him. "Jann-Lee, these hands are a fighter's hands. I am a woman; this is true, But I must put my passions aside. My true feelings must be controlled. In this I find strength."
"Can nothing I may say change this?" sobbed Jann-Lee.
"I do not know, "Lei Fang replied, softly, "but one thing I do know is that if I ever succumb, it shall be to someone as gallant and noble as you, Jann-Lee. Give me time; time to think. This is what I ask."
"Very well," sighed Jann-Lee.
"Jann-Lee," questioned Lei Fang, almost with a gleam in her eye, "for the sake of the game, can you not even pretend to be in combat with me? After that whatever happens, happens, alright?"
"OK," said Jann-Lee, with a great deal more composure, "and whatever happens after, happens!"