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Volka might be a tough cookie, but every cookie has a weakness! Usually being dropped on the floor… or milk!
The metaphor may have escaped you, but your plan hasn’t! Staring your opponent dead in her yellow eyes, you respond to her confidence with some of your own!
What a coincidence, you smirk, you’re <span class="mu-i">CRUSHING</span> on her too!
The words scarcely leave your lips before the Skog pauses to process them–her menacing leer swiftly replaced with a look of utter flummoxitude as your Spinner spectator retches in disgust! “H-huh? Wh-wha-”
<span class="mu-s">YOU’RE BEATEN!</span> Seeing your chance, you rear your head back like a pistol’s hammer and bring it crashing into Volka’s groi-<span class="mu-s">CLOOOOONG!</span>
A plate of dangling armor blocks the headbutt, but as you stumble backwards from the unexpected resistance you realize Volka too is knocked back! Eyes wide in surprise, the girl regains her footing and gives you an approving nod!
“Well WELL, Rook! Didn’t expect a distraction like that–you’re fulla’ surprises!” Her eyes narrow at you as a cheeky grin spreads across her face. “Pretending to ‘<span class="mu-i">like</span>’ me… that’s a low blow, y’know… but all’s fair in a fight, I suppose!”
“Yea, good trick, Ant…” Snickers TT as she plucks at her Striili. “Wonder why ya’ didn’t try that on the Skogs we fought earlier?”
You uh… you panicked, you snap! Shaddap! Anyways, you segue as the buzzing in your head slowly fades away, any notes, teach?
“Yep!” Volka nods with a smile, “That’s a risky move there, Ant! It got me pretty good, but you’ll be in a world’a hurt if it doesn’t pay off…”
Well it’s not like you’re as tall or beefy as she is, you counter–you’ll always be at a disadvantage if you’re going toe-to-toe with someone like her, so…
“Oh no, taking me off-guard was a great idea!” The girl replies in an apologetic tone! “Definitely keep using that noggin–all the good fighters do!” Rubbing her unseen chin, the Skog snaps a claw as an idea comes to mind: “So okay: you knocked me off-guard, but my armor got in the way of the attack! Now the fight’s <span class="mu-i">ON</span>, Rook! Let’s work on how to move!”
Creaking and clanking like a scrap metal sculpture in the wind, your towering trainer stoops lower–still high above you, mind, but you get the picture. “First thing’s first–it’s all about the footwork!”
Oh, you remark with enthusiasm draining from your voice like water from a leaky fish tank, you thought she was gonna teach you, like, sword tricks or something…
“Gotta walk before you can run, Rook~”
Or crouch, in this case…
“HA HA!”
>CONTD.
