"'Ping is my name, war is my game?'" Mushu mocked.

"Shut up," Mulan pushed the dragon's head back down into her collar.

"Who you telling to 'shut up' pretty boy?" Yao, a short but angry man turned to Mulan.

"Uhh...I didn't," Mulan said in fear.

"You callin' me a liar?" Yao tightened his fist and smashed it into the palm of his other hand.

"No, no. Definitely not," Mulan replied looking at the short man turning red.

She turned, heading away from confrontation.

"Ha!" Ling, a tall and thin man rested his arm on Yao's shoulder.

"This boy won't survive war for a day; he's afraid of one fist!" Ling chuckled.

"Oh yeah?" Mushu's head poked out from the back of Mulan's armor. "I could take both of you!"

"Mushu!" Mulan spoke sternly to the dragon.

"Yeah? Prove it," Yao cracked his knuckles and walked toward Mulan.

Ling swung his arms around, acting like he knew kung fu.

"Is that the general calling? Got to go."

Mulan ran toward the camp tents.

"You can run, but you can't hide," Ling squinted, creeping around the back of the tents.

"There he is!" Yao announced pointing to Mulan crouching behind one of the tents catching her breath.

Mulan stood up and ran from the two men.

Breathing heavily, she looked behind her.

Her foot caught one of the tent stakes and she tumbled into the general's tent.

Oof.

"Ping?" Shang helped the soldier to his feet.

"Where'd he go?" Ling and Yao yelled from outside the tent.

"Already causing trouble are we solider?" the general asked Mulan.

"Just uh, making some friends. You know how we men are- roughing things up and what not," Mulan brushed herself off.

"I will not have that kind of behavior in my camp. Is that understood Mr..."

"Ping, Fa Ping" the captain introduced Mulan to his father.

"Fa? As in Fa Zhou?"

Mulan nodded.

"I was not aware that Fa Zhou had a son," the general scratched his chin.

"Well, what can I say, my sister has always been the favorite," Mulan joked awkwardly.

"Well Fa Ping, try to be a little more careful from now on. Clumsiness may have saved you from a fight this time, but it certainly won't in war," the general let Mulan off with a warning.

The captain chuckled to himself.

"Oh, and captain," Mulan turned as she was leaving. "Your nose is bleeding."

"Shang, I hope you aren't starting fights here at camp," Mulan heard the general say to his son from outside the tent.

"No sir...let's just say Ping's sister is just as clumsy."

Mulan chuckled.