[ 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. ]
[ She doesn't say it, doesn't tell Brigade that no, they aren't friends. That she doesn't consider him one. She wants to, but she stops herself. It wouldn't do good for the Blade.
She doesn't say 'thank you' either. What she does is unsheath the blowie knife, cigarette between her lips, and test it out, feel its weight, see how balanced it is. ]
[ Brig laughs at it. Totally oblivious to the fact it may not be a joke. Derp. ]
Well, so's running headfirst toward a tank with its cannon-sights aimed at you. But you gotta' go what you gotta' do. [ It's funny cause he's had to do it more than once. He chuckles again while unslinging his shield ]
Continue in the fresh air, or do we take it back inside?
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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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Because you're a friend. [ Half-happy, half-sad, all hopeful ]
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She doesn't say 'thank you' either. What she does is unsheath the blowie knife, cigarette between her lips, and test it out, feel its weight, see how balanced it is. ]
At least you know how to pick a knife.
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[ And if that was a joke, she's definitely not amused. Whoops? ]
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Well, so's running headfirst toward a tank with its cannon-sights aimed at you. But you gotta' go what you gotta' do. [ It's funny cause he's had to do it more than once. He chuckles again while unslinging his shield ]
Continue in the fresh air, or do we take it back inside?
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Inside is better. [ She'll go back in first. ]