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Yes! We are victorious! Truly, the day is ours. I expected not for Earth to carry so many talking beasts, yet here we are.
[Well, someone's happy. Sielje's spirits are high after the Cassowary Emperor has been stopped - for good.]
I suggest we celebrate by trying ourselves. A friendly bout, a training fight. I gladly accept any challenges.
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[A few days later, the Ankaian knight can be found around the simulator area. Apparently she figured out the controls enough to be able to use at least the most basic mobile suit functions - a pretty good time, all things considered. And yet...]
[Even the simplest combat scenarios Sielje tried out always went the same: ignore ranged weaponry or ambushes and rush the enemy into melee. Be suppressed by the foe's superior range. Try to dodge and use terrain for cover, get overwhelmed, explode. Repeat over and over again.]
Why...
Why is it this way?
[She sits in the simulator cockpit, obviously frustrated and tired. The monitors display scenario history, at least a dozen attempts failed.]
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[Trying to forget about her fiasco, the knight has chosen several books to distract herself with.]
How large is Australia, anyway?
[The books in question are: a technical manual of some handheld rifle, the original version of an old story she saw the movie adaptation of, a monthly fashion magazine, and a picture storybook about animals.
Regardless of contents, she studies each one carefully, with a concentrated look on her face.]
Yes! We are victorious! Truly, the day is ours. I expected not for Earth to carry so many talking beasts, yet here we are.
[Well, someone's happy. Sielje's spirits are high after the Cassowary Emperor has been stopped - for good.]
I suggest we celebrate by trying ourselves. A friendly bout, a training fight. I gladly accept any challenges.
[2]
[A few days later, the Ankaian knight can be found around the simulator area. Apparently she figured out the controls enough to be able to use at least the most basic mobile suit functions - a pretty good time, all things considered. And yet...]
[Even the simplest combat scenarios Sielje tried out always went the same: ignore ranged weaponry or ambushes and rush the enemy into melee. Be suppressed by the foe's superior range. Try to dodge and use terrain for cover, get overwhelmed, explode. Repeat over and over again.]
Why...
Why is it this way?
[She sits in the simulator cockpit, obviously frustrated and tired. The monitors display scenario history, at least a dozen attempts failed.]
[3]
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[Trying to forget about her fiasco, the knight has chosen several books to distract herself with.]
How large is Australia, anyway?
[The books in question are: a technical manual of some handheld rifle, the original version of an old story she saw the movie adaptation of, a monthly fashion magazine, and a picture storybook about animals.
Regardless of contents, she studies each one carefully, with a concentrated look on her face.]
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[Jen slips to the side of the punch-and runs away, fleeing the room entirely.]
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[Surprised, Sielje stares - and a second later, gives chase!]
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[Jen wastes no time in fleeing down the various corridors of the base, vanishing around a chain of corners and out of sight!]
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[Sielje stops. She stands in an intersection, looking around confused.]
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[She jumps back, trying to evade the mysterious flying fruit!]
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You're mine!
[And in that moment where Sielje focuses on the orange and not Jen-she strikes! Each muscle acts in concert as the courier puts all of her power into a punch at Sielje's side.]
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[Sielje tries to add more jump to her dodge - but it's not easy to adjust an anti-orange evasive maneuver into an anti-human one.
The hit's impact knocks the wind out of her.]
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Alright. Feeling well?
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[Sielje pauses for a second to catch her breath.]
This is how people of Earth fight? Well done... but I am far from beaten, yet.
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Well, this is just a sparring practice. If we were trying to kill each other I'd have thrown a brick.
[Jen holds back this time, waiting for Sielje to attack.]
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Such is the case on Earth. However on Ankaia it is different. I come again, prepare yourself!
[Sielje does as she said - she cuts the distance quickly, taking a longer step forward as she moves her arm down and unleashes a slow but powerful uppercut!]
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-Different.
[She crouches and throws out a flicking jab, aimed right for the part of Sielje's side she already hit.]
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[Sielje does not wait for an answer, though - that raised uppercut hand becomes a block, with a quick movement it can be placed to deflect Jen's jab with not too much movement.
And once again her other hand moves for the grab - trying to secure a grasp on the blocked arm, only to...]
I caught you now!
[Sielje proceeds to use the whole construct as leverage - to lift Jen above herself and then throw her to the ground, back first!]
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[Jen goes crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.]
Ow ow ow ow-okay, time out, forfeit, stop!
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[Sielje lets go and takes a step back, looking mildly panicked.]
It is over, I will fight no more! My apologies...
Are your bones broken? Do we need help of a healer?
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No, no, I'm just gonna get bruised a bit, is all...
[Jen staggers up to her feet, rubbing her head.]
...man, I was going to do a whole teaching moment thing, but then you just beat me up anyways...
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[Sielje offers a hand to help you get back up.]
When unarmed, you are at a disadvantage. I have learnt several fighting techniques to reduce it.
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Yeah, me too, but I guess you're just better than me at it.
...okay, maybe I'm just assuming things wildly, but people still use ranged weapons and ambushes when they're fighting back on your home, right? 'Cause the way you reacted...
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Okay...wow. Like, I know things are pretty different, but...wow.
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[Sielje's surprised at this kind of reaction.]
Of course they are different. What do you mean?
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...Well, if you had to fight someone stronger, faster, and tougher than you...someone like Moswar by yourself, how would you win?
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[Serious Sielje is weighing the question carefully.]
I would not.
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