[Open] There's no future in this

[waschozon]

Who| Samus Aran and OPEN!
What| Samus sets up camp in the training center
Where| Training center, gymnasium proper
When| Day of her arrival
Warnings/Notes| None, maybe language

Another arrow clipped the side of the target and joined the scatter that had either gone too high, too low, or just awry. Frustrated, she strung another arrow, this one falling too short, landing below the outer rings of the target. Arrows pierced the outer rings just about everywhere except where she was aiming. Samus Aran was not going to be winning any archery competitions.

Frustrated, she audibly let out a half-sigh-half-grunt. It's a bit more dramatic that she normally would be, only because she thought she was alone in the gymnasium. She moved closer to the target; perhaps it would be better to start slowly (a foreign concept for this teenager). However, when she was ready to shoot, her arrow fell diagonally off her finger and was launched into the ground where it split apart.

That set her off, and she chucked her bow away from her with surprising strength. Amusingly enough (though not to Samus who was much to frustrated to find hilarity in this situation), the bow whizzed through the air and made contact with the target, tipping it over and sending it skidding back several feet on the floor.

Exasperated, she yelled to no one in particular "Why can't I just have my suit?!"

Comments

[waschozon]

It was likely a good idea to back down and bow out of this fight. The smart warrior would pick and choose her battles and not further this confrontation with a woman much older and experienced than her.

But Samus was not yet a smart warrior. She was too quick to be set off and too inexperienced to recognize this as a bad idea.

"Just as important? Unlikely," She squared up to Shepard, totally unconvinced that anyone could have something nearly as important as protecting the galaxy on their hands. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

"Do you think I'm afraid of them? Not even close. I'm a warrior, and whatever they throw at me I can guarantee I've faced worse." Possibly an exaggeration but confidence was what really mattered right? She stepped back, crossing her arms across her chest.

[earthborn]

"These people have run deathmatches with the children of their political enemies for eighty years, and publicly televised the whole event," Shepard stood up then, so she could stalk towards Samus, so she could loom, "Anyone who tries to buck the system, they mutilate them beyond recognition, or have them killed. All that aside, they are not the only problem you have, here. Whether or not you're afraid is irrelevant; they'll get rid of you regardless."

She'd never been an indirect sort of woman, Shepard. Always the direct route, calling bullshit, and shooting through it all to the truth. And now, looking down at Samus' defiant face, she knew her own defiance was to the advantage.

"So. Warrior. Try me."

[waschozon]

Samus slid the quiver of arrows left off her back. Wordlessly, she took her place on the sparring mat, knowing full well that, even with her own training, the woman's size advantage was nothing to scoff at. Still, Samus was quick, and the fight in her eyes was unrivaled.

She took a fighting stance, fists clenched tightly.

"Ready when you are."

[earthborn]

There's no such thing as unfair, in a real fight. Shepard didn't acknowledge the challenge aloud, only swung, uncoiling like a snake with the weight of her shoulder behind the strike.

[waschozon]

Maybe Samus wasn't ready, because she gets hit square in the jaw. She was stable enough in her stance to only need a couple of steps to gain her footing again, before throwing her body forward, aiming to pull Shepard down to the ground.

[earthborn]

Shepard let her, moved with the charge like it was a dance, giving way where resistance was expected. It gave her the leverage to duck, sidestep, and lash out again, all relentless fury and flashing eyes.