Untrodden paths in the snow

"I shall hit you with my staff-flute, ai-yaa!"

...

"I liked that note, I will include it in the ballad of this fight!"

... "Ooof!"

"I won, now be a good boy and yield, so I don't have to hurt you." She showed her claws.

"I yield, I yield!"

"Smart boy, come back tomorrow, I'll teach you to fight, your forms are terrible for a follower of the Pure Way."