Of course, you are referring to Jade and Umai, twins born to a kitchen maid in the monastery at Shang-tung. The only females ever indoctrinated into the secret, esoteric arts of the Dragon Gate clan of Wu-Shi monks.
Jade, as her name suggests, is flawless. Her body is perfectly faceted, as if cut by the hands of Li Po himself. Snake-like taut muscle, enhanced by the silky, saffron-hued skin; she is breathtaking, and fully aware of it. She enhances her beauty like a Geisha, ceremoniously applying her green eyeshadow and black lipstick to make her face even more stern and cruel. She is cognizant of the effect her beauty has on her opponents, and uses that as her opening weapon, for only a eunuch or a true-hearted warrior can be unfazed by the raw desire, the covetousness, they feel when they first gaze upon her supple breasts, barely encased by the green silk dress she wears, or her long legs and explosive glutes.
Jade's fighting style is all yang: aggressive flurries and combinations of kicks and punches designed to beat her opponents into submission, and give no quarter. She is an extremely skilled and agile gymnast, with the most remarkable body control, able to perform series of forward and backflips to lead into her favorite submission hold- the Flying Guillotine.
A series of forward flips that end with a lunging leg scissor hold around the necks of her hapless opponents. Her most treasured victories, are inducing the submission of her opponents between her iron banded thighs, and sneering at them while she watches the conflicted expressions on their faces. Simultaneously, they are terrified to feel the rigid bands of steel around their necks, choking off life-giving air and blood supply to the brain. But at the same time, there is something else, a strange sense of excitement, to be between the legs of such a beautiful woman, face inches from her heavens gate, held tight, but almost caressed by her smooth, silky skin. "And what is that," they think as their will diminishes and their lights grow dim, "is that Jasmine?" Of course it is. Crafty Jade has developed a powerful neuro toxin that induces a sense of euphoria and contentment in al those who inhale it. A closely guarded decoction of blooming jasmine and a fruit unknown to us in the West, known simply as the love apple to those trained in its uses. This perfume, applied by jade to the scent points of her femoral arteries in the pubic folds, induce a somnolent sense of well-being and euphoria, reminiscent of the post-coital euphoria experienced on a warm, tropical beach with the gentle sounds of the waves crashing in your ears. A death blow, to be sure, but what a way to go.
And of course, for such a prodigious yang warrior, what other weapon of choice but the bo staff. Decidedly phallic, but expertly wielded by such a diminutive and lithe foe. Jade knows that she who controls the staff, makes the decisions.
Stranger, if there is interest in the story of her twin, Umai, I would be glad in the telling. But for now, let's enjoy this fire, and drink this plum wine.