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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.]
[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.]
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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I am sure. I am not unskilled myself, so you should not hold back.
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2) Advice Skald Says:
[Skald is curled on Sielje's lap in a pile of floof, tail slowly swaying as he reads the sordid results.]
While honorable face to face combat is truly the pinnacle of battle, one cannot expect all opponents to feel the same way. There is after all the honor of the hunt to consider as well.
[Skald licks his paw and grooms himself.]
To strike down your prey in a single coordinated blow with your fellow hunters swiftly before they realize you are there. To eliminate the threats that would endanger your fellows that would prevent them from engaging in honest battle.
Also it is far more prudent to eliminate explosives at a distance than to assault them with a blade or allow them to strike you.
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[Sielje's hand moves over to touch Skald absently. What a fluffy beast.]
Yet just because they are dishonorable does not excuse my own behavior. I am not a hunter, looking down on her prey. I am a knight, and a knight must issue a clear challenge, and engage in honorable combat at close range.
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[Ashe begins fiddling with some settings on her buster gun]
Just let me turn this thing to stun so nobody gets hurt...
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[He lets out a rumbling purr at the touch. What a fluffy, rumbly beast indeed.]
But even a knight must know when the time of challenges must draw to a close and simply fight, if only to protect others. I however do agree with you on the matter of close range battle. The exhilaration of fighting your enemy face to face, to meet your skill with theirs. That is true combat.
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[Sielje falls silent for a second.]
Hold on! What weapons do you expect us both to be using?
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There is a way to do that. It is a simple and straight path, all you have to do: is to become stronger.
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[Sielje draws her sword.]
If you do not use a melee weapon, you will not have anything to block my strikes with. Is this really alright?
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That sorta assumes you're actually going to hit me.
I can go armor, if you want, but that would be kind of unfair, I think.
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[Sielje raises her weapon. That confidence is annoying so she'll try her hardest to show Ashe what she can do!]
Prepare yourself!
[And she lunges forward!]
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Clearly this person is no normal human. And that range advantage is going to be a problem!]
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[Sielje sees the barrage coming - she tumbles to the side! Though the shots still graze her.]
Ghh...!
[How to eliminate the disadvantage of distance?]
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Anything specific you had in mind? Barehanded, or just with blunted weapons...a marksmanship contest, maybe?
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[Jen raises her fists, and takes a few steps back.]
Ready?
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[Sielje fiddles with her armor's straps, loosening them enough to remove the breastplate. Also the helmet.]
Let us begin, then.
[Her fists raised in a guard, she waits for Jen to make the first move.]
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[Jen holds back for a while as well, waiting to see if Sielje will move first. When she doesn't Jen moves in to the knight's flank and throws a light jab her way.]
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[Sielje raises a block, trying to deflect the jab with her forearm - pretty standard martial arts technique.
What is not standard is that her other hand moves forward, trying to grab and secure a grip on your own offending arm.]
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[Jen pulls that arm of hers back as fast as she can, then starts rapidly stepping backwards.]
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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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