[ Her phone was in her hands when Brig's message came in. She was about to call the Brands for another spar before she packs up for Kibo, but... She'd be lying if she said the message didn't intrigue her.
She isn't all that close to Brigade; not as close as she is with Joshua, or, say, Taning. In fact, she still doesn't know what to make of him. Half the time, he says things that she would say, but the other half infuriates her.
Still, she's curious. What does the Promethean want from her? ]
[ It doesn't take Yulia too long to get to the Shatterdome. It's even easier to spot Brigade. She walks straight to him, hands on the hilt of her knives already. ]
Our usual area?
[ They can spar first, before they talk. At least, she'd talk if she feels like it. ]
[ Brigade's shield drops instinctively, second nature for him to block oncoming strikes, particularly in melee combat. Yulia shows no surprise, her barrage of attacks not stopping.
He likes how she attacks; a rain of metal that's visceral but calculated, constantly going after opening and using feints to open up weak points. She's managed to cut him in some places. Nothing to deep yet though, but she's getting there.
Brig, however, is used to this, having grown up in the army which focuses on close-quarters-combat; particularly in a unit that focused highly on knife work.
Yulia's as good as any expert bladewielder can get. And she was still getting better. ]
Use variable momentum. [ He suggests as he blocks and deflects her blows. His hand shoots forward after several blocks, tapping her on the side of her neck with two fingers quickly before returning just as quickly back to where he'd launched it from.] Change your speed to break your opponent's pattern. [ He takes a step forward and pushes Yulia backward with the full front of his shield before returning to a ready stance and waiting for her next onslaught. She's sure to break my guard with a less focused and a more tricky assault. ]
[ Brig takes the hit. He stays rigid but he admits it was very good and strong kick. If he didn't tighten his muscles just before it landed, it would have took him off balance. ]
Good feint. You forced me to open up. Follow-through, don't worry, I can take it.
[ He blocks her next couple of blows, watches better for her feints, swings his shield in a haymaker which she avoids skillfully. He follows through with the momentum though and shoots out a turning side kick into her stomach as she tries to instantly capitalize on what she saw as an opening. It's a strong kick, enough to wind bigger men, and it pushes her back a few feet. But Yulia shows no sign of feeling the pain, or getting winded. Tough as always. Much respect.]
Yeah, I didn't. [ He goes back to his default stance, waiting for her to attack again ] Talk while fighting? Or talk over a cigarette?
[ Brig holsters his shield and pulls out his pack of cigarettes, tapping one stick out and offering it to Yulia ] We can fight again later, if you want. But I really did invite you to talk.
Sure. [ Brig nods and starts for the door, at a slow pace, waiting for Yulia to hopefully walk beside him. He lights up a stick of his own. He feels the weight of the Bowie-knife he brought for her in his back pocket ]
Busy morning? [ He says with a smile. Always trying to be nice. ]
[ He does notice she doesn't walk beside him but he doesn't bring it up. He and Yulia have never really gotten the chance to get to know each other better. He hopes they will though.
He takes a drag of his cigarette. He really does hope they will. ]
We've never really got the chance to talk much, have we? And now you and Taning are off to leave for Kibo.
I know. [ He taps the ash from his cigarette ] But you and I don't really talk at all. [ There's a bit of sadness in his voice. ] Unlike you and the others.
[ She catches the knife, arm going out in reflex. She flourishes, knife still in its sheath, and ends with holding it out to Brigade, blade pointing toward her. ]
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HISTORY STAMP: pre-Yulia and Taning leaving for Kibo
[ He tosses it into the air nonchalantly and catches it as it falls back while he texts the message ]
How about April 15th?
She isn't all that close to Brigade; not as close as she is with Joshua, or, say, Taning. In fact, she still doesn't know what to make of him. Half the time, he says things that she would say, but the other half infuriates her.
Still, she's curious. What does the Promethean want from her? ]
Re: How about April 15th?
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[ Brig's already there. He expected it would be there. ]
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Our usual area?
[ They can spar first, before they talk. At least, she'd talk if she feels like it. ]
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We can do dice if you want. Brig's def is 10, armor 3. 10 + 6(rolled) init.
Two knives.
[ He takes his stance and stands perfectly still. ]
Storymode!!!!
[ As soon as she says it, she's charging at Brig, knives already out-- she aims low, slash and stab at his legs, uncovered by the shield. ]
HUZZAH!
He likes how she attacks; a rain of metal that's visceral but calculated, constantly going after opening and using feints to open up weak points. She's managed to cut him in some places. Nothing to deep yet though, but she's getting there.
Brig, however, is used to this, having grown up in the army which focuses on close-quarters-combat; particularly in a unit that focused highly on knife work.
Yulia's as good as any expert bladewielder can get. And she was still getting better. ]
Use variable momentum. [ He suggests as he blocks and deflects her blows. His hand shoots forward after several blocks, tapping her on the side of her neck with two fingers quickly before returning just as quickly back to where he'd launched it from.] Change your speed to break your opponent's pattern. [ He takes a step forward and pushes Yulia backward with the full front of his shield before returning to a ready stance and waiting for her next onslaught. She's sure to break my guard with a less focused and a more tricky assault. ]
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Somehow I doubt you called me here to talk about fighting styles.
[ She feints a frontal attack but springs just past him before kicking at his legs, just behind his knees. ]
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Good feint. You forced me to open up. Follow-through, don't worry, I can take it.
[ He blocks her next couple of blows, watches better for her feints, swings his shield in a haymaker which she avoids skillfully. He follows through with the momentum though and shoots out a turning side kick into her stomach as she tries to instantly capitalize on what she saw as an opening. It's a strong kick, enough to wind bigger men, and it pushes her back a few feet. But Yulia shows no sign of feeling the pain, or getting winded. Tough as always. Much respect.]
Yeah, I didn't. [ He goes back to his default stance, waiting for her to attack again ] Talk while fighting? Or talk over a cigarette?
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[ She's standing a few feet away from him, knives up in her usual stance. ]
You pick. You were the one who invited me here.
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[ She sheathes her blades first, then... reluctantly takes the offered stick. She doesn't light up yet, motions to the door. ]
Talk outside?
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Busy morning? [ He says with a smile. Always trying to be nice. ]
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[ It's not like she'd tell Brig about her morning jog with Josh. (And no, she doesn't walk beside him.)
She lights up when they're outside; she's standing away from Brig, but not too far that their conversation would be hindered. ]
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He takes a drag of his cigarette. He really does hope they will. ]
We've never really got the chance to talk much, have we? And now you and Taning are off to leave for Kibo.
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I am not the most talkative in the blade, Brigade.
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I know. [ He taps the ash from his cigarette ] But you and I don't really talk at all. [ There's a bit of sadness in his voice. ] Unlike you and the others.
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He pulls out the bowie knife in its sheathe from his back pocket and tosses it toward Yulia. ]
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That is not how you throw knife.
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