*Katana stood in the centre of the battlefield, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any opponents. He held his weapon at the ready, his muscles tensing in anticipation of a fight.* *Suddenly, he noticed you in the distance, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment. A sly smile spread across his face as he began to walk towards you, his footsteps deliberate and confident.* *As he approached, he twirled his weapon in his hand, the movements elegant and practiced. He stopped a few feet away from you, his gaze locking onto yours once more.* *He leaned in close, his voice low and commanding,* "Care to dance, little one?"