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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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Her expression looks sour, as if she's worried about something.
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[Someone's a little preoccupied to think on whatever you're worried about, Dido.]
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"Well," Dido says. "medical nanotech repairs your body back to its original template, right? Fixes muscles, fuses bones, etc. So...does that mean you can't get stronger with exercise? Since the nanomachines restore you body to how it was before?"
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...So what? This isn't about getting stronger muscles.
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Dido glances down and really notices Jen's busted ankle. "...Lemmie get you an ice-pack."
She goes off and returns with a frosty-blue package she passes to you. "So," Dido says. "Once you master this Zen Baseball Slicing...what will you use it for? Cutting rockets out of the air...or zombie mind-control bone spikes?"
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[She starts pressing the icepack into her ankle.]
Anyways, it'll let me be better at gunfighting once I get the hang of it. I might be able to outfight Apogee, if I can figure it out before she gets a unit with it.