There was an air of absoluteness around her. It was almost like gazing at a goddess; a feeling of overwhelming respect and admiration came over him. He didn’t know how else to describe it. It simply felt like, just by standing in her presence, that he should bow. Mikajia felt a chill run down his spine. ‘Just who in the world is this woman?’ He thought as he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. He still didn’t feel all that intimidated by her, even though he almost felt he should be. But instead, he just felt an overwhelming since of respect for her.
If he had to put an actual word to what he felt radiating off of this woman, it would be honor. Almost like he was facing a legendary and noble warrior, someone that put honor above everything else. Someone that would rather die than let themselves be dishonored. It was so powerful; he did the only thing that felt proper. When the two of them stopped in the middle of the ring, Mikajia brought his hands together, leaving one hand open and balled the other into a fist, the knuckles of his fist touching the palm of the open hand, and then he bowed.
WC = 313/2,500