"Kee-yah!" Mulan shouts as she smashes her punching-dummy. "I can't belive those bitches would do this to me!" She snarls as she smashes the dummy again.
Mulan had been tasked with keeping those three princesses, the ones she kept alive once, alive until the husbands of the four returned from the call of duty - a call Mulan apparently couldn't answer, throwing her into a fury. To make matters worse, the three princesses weren't making her job very enjoyable:
Mei, Su, and Ting-ting had thought it would be humourous to steal Mulan's clothes whilst she bathed, then forced her to chase her through - what they had planned to be empty - a field. The field, as it turned out, was being used for a large family reunion. Mulan had the misfortune of running through it stark-naked.
Needless to say: she was not impressed.
"Those bitches are going to pay!" Mulan grunts as she spins on her foot, sending ger foot toward her dummy, resulting in a large: Crack! as it's wooden frame shattered.
Mulan wipes her sweat-drenched brow with her bare forearm, releasing the stench of her underarm to her nostrils. "Whew! And I think I now how they're going to…" she says with a devilish grin.
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