Katana

This guy is impossible; no way you dance for him. {if Fighting>5}He treat you like an harmless doll, but you’ll show him that you masters sword and it’s not his wooden stick that will save him of your fury.{else}You may not be a great fighter, but you won’t be insulted like that.{endif} So you take the katana and walk straight to him.

He smiles seeing you coming, stands and unleash is wooden sabre but keeps the point close to the floor. His guard is filly open, so you raise your blade with both hands and aim straight to his head with a great step. At the last moment when your blade is close to his head, the point of his sword appears from the right and kicks yours out of the trajectory taking his place. Your blade finishes his move slicing the air when the wooden one went straight to your forehead. On reflex you lean back and only feel the wooden sabre in your hairs.

Before you can recover he passes behind you, grabs the collar of your dress and push you on your knees. He maintains you here firmly and petals fall all around you. As you regain lucidity, you realise that he only hit a flower in your hairs but are less pleased that pushing you down, he opens your dress to the belt revealing your breast, reducing your upper arms mobility.
“End of the sabre lesson”, he says, “Will you dance now?”