Samidare leaps atop a brown post. "Very well," he says, "here I am! And here is my hand of moves:
"1: The tricky thunder crushes the atoll; parries the punch of the mountain!
"2: The northstar bows across the pillars as it leaps next to the pole; kicks above the chi of the settlement!
"3: The dragon dodges underneath the desert; guards against the edge of the feline!
"4: The scorpion tramples the waterfall; leaps over the pain of the abomination!
"5: The oak destructively charges the cemetery; wards off the motion of the bird!"
He then bows to Ecureuil. "Present your hand of moves, furry one!" he shouts. "Then we shall fight!"