Colleen Wing stands on a mat, wearing her workout clothes. She stands, poised with one foot forward and her hands in a crane position. Across the mat, Danny Rand stands with an identical stance while wearing his green K'un L'un fighting gi. They stand in his private dojo while Misty Knight sits off to the side, a broad smile on her face.

"Ready?," Danny asks.

"Ready," Colleen answers.

They race toward one another, Colleen being the first to attack as she throws a quick one-two punch combination, which Danny sways around. She brings her knee up, but he blocks with the his palms. She pivots back, placing some distance between them before spinning into a roundhouse kick. Danny drops under her leg and sweeps her ankle, bringing her down to the mat. She sighs as she lays on her back.

"You did better that time," he tells her as he helps her up.

"Really?," she asks, "Because I'm pretty sure I just ate the mat in under 10 seconds."

"I'm serious. It may not seem like it, but you have improved. Your stance is better and your moves are more fluid now. Let's go again."

"Woo, Colleen," Misty cheers from the side, "Come on, whup his tight, sexy ass!"

"Thanks, babe," Danny says sarcastically.

"You're welcome, baby."

Colleen and Danny take their stances again at opposite ends of the mat. She attacks first, flying in with a kick that Danny sidesteps. She lands and turns, thrusting her elbow at him, but she is blocked once again. With his free hand, Danny shoves his palm into the small of her back, which throws her face first to the mat.

"Yikes," Misty says quietly.

"You okay?," Danny asks.

"I'm fine, Danny," she says and quickly gets up to take her spot, "Ready to go again?"

"Yeah, ready when you are."

She takes less time before attacking, quickly rushing into battle a split second after Danny takes a stance. She leaps in with a flying kick that he casually ducks under. She lands and spins around with a chop, but he grabs her wrist before it hits his throat, then throws her over his shoulder. She falls and pounds the mat angrily as she stands back up.

"You were sloppy that time," he tells her.

"I know. I just got frustrated."

"You're doing better. Trust me."

"You looked good out there, Colleen," Misty tells her.

"Appreciate it, Misty," she groans as she picks up a water bottle, "You're up next, I believe."

"I probably won't do much better," she steps onto the mat.

"Well, as long as I'm not the only one landing on my ass tonight," she says with a slight smile.

Misty and Danny stand apart from one another, Danny holding a shield-mat in his arms. "Ever since your arm regenerated, it's been pretty strong, right?," he asks.

She flexes her right arm, "Yeah, I'm apparently enhanced now. At least in this arm."

Danny braces himself while holding the mat in front of him, "I want you to learn to control it. Give me a soft punch."

"Okay. Soft punch," she steps up, pulls her arm back, and punches the shield. Danny is then thrown clear across the dojo and the sound of toppling workout equipment is soon heard. She and Colleen both look silently terrified. A moment later, a bruised Danny limps back to her, "Let's try that again. Just... give me a soft punch this time."

Misty shrugs, "I thought I did."

"Eh,... Softer this time," Danny braces himself again and Misty takes a few moments to concentrate. She throws a punch into the shield and, once again, Danny is flung across the room.

Colleen nods, "Well,... I guess I'm not the only one to land on my ass tonight."

Misty brings her hands up to her mouth, "I'm so sorry, Danny. I'm really trying to control it. Seriously."

Danny limps back onto the mat once again, this time, in more pain as he drops the shield, "I think that's all for today," he groans.

An hour later, Misty and Colleen have showered and changed out of their workout uniforms. Danny kisses Misty goodbye, "I have an importanty meeting tomorrow," he tells her, "I'll have to come by later."

She nods, "Big day?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna try to get some meditation in tonight before bed."

"Bye, Danny," Colleen says.

"Bye, Colleen," Danny waves as they leave his home.

"Well, at least one of us managed to look good tonight," Colleen tells her as they walk abck to their car.

"C'mon, stop being so mopey," Misty tells her jokingly, "If I wasn't enhanced, you would've been the MVP."

"Yeah, I guess."

Next, Danny meditates in his dojo with candles lit. He is now in full K'un L'un regalia, including mask. He breathes in deeply and as he does so, his mind is sent to a white void where his astral form floats. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. "Lei Kung?," he calls out, "Are you here, Master?". Lei Kung emerges behind him, wearing his ceremonial robes.

"Your meditations techniques are improving," Lei Kung tells him.

"Thank you, Master," he begins, "I have been studying the Book of the Iron Fist. I've learned quite a bit."

"What have you learned?"

"Some of the past Iron Fists have been able to speak to Shou-Lao through meditation," as Danny mentions his name, a golden statue of Shou-Lao briefly appears behind him as he recalls it.

"Of course. You are powered by his heart. You have a connection to him. It may be wise to seek his council someday."

"Well, if I ever spoke to him, I'm not sure what I'd say."

"He is a powerful dragon from the Heavenly Realm. Talking to him is no light matter. You should only speak to him if it's important."

"Master, Yu-Ti was the one who defeated Shou-Lao and took his heart, right?"

"Yes."

"What happened to him?"

"After K'un L'un was banished from Earth, he took his leave. No one is quite sure where he went. Likely, he carried great shame for cursing his people," as he speaks, Danny recalls the Yu-Ti tapestry in the K'un L'un Palace that depicts Yu-Ti standing over a defeated Shou-Lao with his heart in his hands.

"So because of that, I doubt Shou-Lao would want to speak to me."

"It would depend on what you have to say."

"What about the other Seven Cities of Heaven? How were they banished?"

"Much the same way. When mortals practice the dark arts, there are certain repercussions."

"I've noticed. It's like a kid playing with his dad's gun."

"Indeed."

"What about the Eighth City? Have you heard anything?"

"The Immortal Weapons have not found the city yet."

"Have they made anymore attacks that you know of?"

"No, but I pray that the Immortal Weapons find the Eighth City so we can end this conflict soon."