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Disclaimer: Don't own Sc2 or Sc3. Don't own the song "Poem to A Horse" by Shakira.

Kilik and Chai Xianghua paid for a room in an inn and Kilik went around the back of the inn to train with his Kali-Yuga. Xianghua sat in the room for a while, reading a book from the bookshelf and thinking about Kilik.

"You're too far to bring you close,

and too high to see below.

Just hanging on your daily dose.

I know you never needed anyone,

but the rolling papers for your grass,

how can you give what you don't have.

You keep on aiming for the top,

and quit before you sweat a drop,

feed your empty brain,

with your hydroponic pot.

You start off playing with yourself,

you get more fun within your shell,

nice to meet you but I gotta go my way."

Xianghua put the book she was reading down and went to see Kilik. She walked to the back of the inn.

"I'll leave again, 'cause I've been waiting in vain,

but you're so in love with yourself.

If I say, my heart is sore,

sounds like a cheap metaphor,

so I won't repeat it no more."

"Hi, Kilik!" she walked up to him and smiled.

"Hi, Xianghua...So...what do you want?"

"Err...Um...I'm going to train with you!" Xianghua could feel herself going red.

"Where's your sword, then?"

Xianghua went, if possible, even redder.

"Um...I think I've forgotten it...Heh, heh...I'll be right back!"

"OMG! Could you say anything more stupider, Xianghua?" she thought as she ran back to the room to get her sword with no name.

"I'd rather eat my soup with a fork,

or drive a cab in New York,

'Cause to talk to you is harder work.

So what's the point of wasting all my words,

if its just the same or even worse,

than reading poems to a horse.

You keep on aiming for the top,

and quit before you sweat a drop,

feed your empty brain,

with your hydroponic pot.

I bet you'll find someone like you,

'cause there's a foot for every shoe,

I wish you luck but I've other things to do."

Grabbing her sword, she stopped to think of Kilik. How could she impress him? Maybe she could flutter her eyelashes at him? No. Acting like a bimbo never worked. Maybe she could hold her stare at him for a little longer than a person would? No. He'd get a little freaked out.

Ah, Maybe she could impress him with training, her elegant and athletic body, and her sword techniques? Perfect. She rushed back to meet him.

"I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain,

but you're so in love with yourself.

If I say, my heart is sore,

sounds like a cheap metaphor,

so I won't repeat it no more.

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain,

but you're so in love with yourself.

If I say, my heart is sore,

sounds like a cheap metaphor-or-or-or-or...

I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain,

but you're so in love with yourself.

If I say, my heart is sore,

sounds like a cheap metaphor,

so I won't repeat no more.

Ah, aah!"