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The One Who Waits is not going to be an easy fight. So, Jen's practicing, with a rather odd setup. At one end of a small field is a baseball pitching machine; at the other, Jen stands ready with a naginata.
"Alright. Calm breaths...still heart...some other buddhist thing. Let's do this.'
Jen raises the polearm above her head, and hits a start button. The 95-mph fastball that shoots towards her is met with a blinding overhead strike, and splits in two. They've still got enough momentum to carry forward on either side of Jen, and she hasn't even completed her first strike.
When her foot touches the ground, it's with a slight twist. She needs to turn around to hit the pieces of the baseball again, and Jen has started her movement to do so too early. At the speeds she is moving, an imperfect landing means her ankle is strained far past its breaking point-and Jen's finish is far from perfect. She twists her ankle and crashes to the ground. All of it is over in a fraction of a second.
For anyone not accustomed to watching kung fu action movies, or people who just blinked at the wrong time, they miss the in-between action. Jen is holding a polearm over her head at one point, and rolling on the ground swearing loudly in three languages the next.
"Alright. Calm breaths...still heart...some other buddhist thing. Let's do this.'
Jen raises the polearm above her head, and hits a start button. The 95-mph fastball that shoots towards her is met with a blinding overhead strike, and splits in two. They've still got enough momentum to carry forward on either side of Jen, and she hasn't even completed her first strike.
When her foot touches the ground, it's with a slight twist. She needs to turn around to hit the pieces of the baseball again, and Jen has started her movement to do so too early. At the speeds she is moving, an imperfect landing means her ankle is strained far past its breaking point-and Jen's finish is far from perfect. She twists her ankle and crashes to the ground. All of it is over in a fraction of a second.
For anyone not accustomed to watching kung fu action movies, or people who just blinked at the wrong time, they miss the in-between action. Jen is holding a polearm over her head at one point, and rolling on the ground swearing loudly in three languages the next.
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[Sielje wastes no time assessing the situation. She rushes closer - at fast but very much not superhuman speeds.]
Jen, what happened?!
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No, that is not important right now! Stay still. I will seek a medical bed. Ones on Earth can mend broken bones, is it not right?
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Uh, no. But, that's not really important, er...you don't need to worry so much.
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[Jen struggles upward, careful to put not too much weight on her hurt foot. Thus, the pitching machine chooses now to fire its second shot. Its fastball lands right between Jen's ribs.]
-Ghk.
[And she falls to the ground, again.]
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[Sielje draws her sword - but before it's out of the scabbard, the ball is already shot. No projectile slicing here, though she does stand in front of the machine, at the ready.]
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I will... not falter!
[That breastplate of hers means she's not even winded, though.]
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[The beast keeps up its assault! Can Sielje endure?!]
...It has an off switch, you know...
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[More and more balls shoot out in Sielje's direction but she guards against them to various degrees of success, and even takes steps forward towards the tide. She's close enough to reach for the machine!]
... Oh.
Do you mean, this?
[Click. The barrage becomes more intense.]
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[Jen had crawled up to a sitting position, but with Sielje off to the side handling the switch, she's open. Face, meet baseball.]
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Hrrm!
[Sielje forcibly turns the machine - if only at a slight angle. With the balls being thrown astray, she can safely figure out which switch can turn it off.]
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...Tell me that's over now.
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[Sielje looks ashamed.]
I will go away now.
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...I actually wanted your help-You know martial stuff, right? I'm trying to get better.
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...Ishin was fast too, right? How'd you defend against his moves?
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It is a principle known as areas of defense.
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Do you feel not well, still? How is your leg?
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[Jen pushes herself up to her feet, wincing as she does so. One hand holds her side.]
And...it's not great. I might need some help getting back to base.
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No, now is not the time for that. Watch out... here we go.
[Sielje kneels down and lifts Jen up, making sure weight is not balanced on her hurt leg.]