[ Ana circles at a distance, measuring. She lets him come to her. He's easily twice her size, but he's not a super soldier or a machine that can calculate faster than her mind can comprehend.
He's good. Brutal, efficient.
Ana does what she does best. She learns his movement, and it hurts like hell when she's not fast enough, but it teaches her. She anticipates. He surprises her. She dodges blows before they strike her, gets under his guard when his larger size and momentum might work against him. She doesn't let him back her into a corner.
She still moves like a woman who was born on a battle field. Her style is like her marksmanship. She's steady, precise, ruthlessly disciplined. She doesn't pull her punches for him unless they could kill him.
This isn't so much a fight as a conversation. Not hiding her abilities now is the same overture as taking her mask off or drinking the tea he's made for her. She's being honest, she's offering him her trust. ]
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He's good. Brutal, efficient.
Ana does what she does best. She learns his movement, and it hurts like hell when she's not fast enough, but it teaches her. She anticipates. He surprises her. She dodges blows before they strike her, gets under his guard when his larger size and momentum might work against him. She doesn't let him back her into a corner.
She still moves like a woman who was born on a battle field. Her style is like her marksmanship. She's steady, precise, ruthlessly disciplined. She doesn't pull her punches for him unless they could kill him.
This isn't so much a fight as a conversation. Not hiding her abilities now is the same overture as taking her mask off or drinking the tea he's made for her. She's being honest, she's offering him her trust. ]