A knight's training

[stupidhonor]

[1]
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]


...

[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.]

Comments

[stupidhonor]

The Knight's Arms were equipped to deal with Earth's way of fighting. The beasthide cloaks offer great protection against shot projectiles for a reason.

... The desert it is, then.

[reactorhead_russians]

"Da," Sasha notes with a grin. "Uncharitable folk might say that your beast-hide cloaks...are an unfair advantage."

Sasha dials up a 4 person enemy squad for Sieljie and her to fight. In the distance, four beam-rifle equipped Daughtresses slowly advance across the dunes towards them.

"The enemy is not yet in range. We cannot hit them, they cannot hit us," Sasha says, pulling out one of the Jenice's heat hawks. "What do you think we should do, Sieljie?"

[stupidhonor]

Their potency depends on the internal power of the wielder. They are not unfair, they exist to equalize the field of battle.

[Sielje notices the opponent, her mobile suit's monoeye staring at the distance.]

Make our presence known, then once the challenge has been cast - cut the distance. Use those sandy hills for protection against their shots.

[reactorhead_russians]

"Or," Sasha points out, "we can wait for them to draw closer before springing out like skittish rabbits."

[stupidhonor]

How much closer? That sounds like an ambush.