Derika

Derika did not come to The Dojo to fight. In the sparring rings, where others practiced devastating strikes and flawless blocks, they simply watched, a grin fixed on their face. The day a challenger finally called them out, everyone expected a swift, brutal lesson. As the opponent charged, Derika didn't raise a guard. Instead, a brilliant light, a shared spark from the immortal Suki, pulsed from the gem coat they wore. It wasn't a shield; it was an offering. The psychedelic beams from their eyes didn't harm, but reflected the challenger's own aggression back as a swirl of dazzling, harmless color. The opponent stopped, mesmerized and disarmed not by force, but by overwhelming, joyful light.