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Private Strike First Strike Hard



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Location: Mud Duck, Hyperspace
Tag: Braze Braze

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BZZZ

The device sounded before the Kage quickly pulled his leg up before snapping it out against a wooden target. Each move has two attacks, one where his foot connects with the center target before rapidly pulling back and extending back out higher towards the lower face or neck.


BZZZ

He did it again, the buzzer sounding off at slightly different intervals to add some measure of unpredictability.

BZZZ

Again. Everytime it was followed up by a duo of quick impacts to the target. The soul of his foot grew sore from the constant kicking. He was pushing himself to build up his body once more. Having lost enough weight to lose much of his competitive edge as a fighter. Having learned a fair bit about himself, his power and limitations during his last fight. But more importantly the consequences and fallout of tapping into the potential of his augments.

Now he found himself aboard a strange ship in the company of even stranger individuals. People he didn’t trust and still filled with many questions. Chief among them was why was he still with Braze. He had horribly jeopardized his mission by going to Verida as he did. There was no reason for the young Echani to keep him around and yet he tended to rather than left behind to self destruct from exhaustion.

BZZZ

Once the first kick connected with the wooden target there was a sudden crack that formed across its main body. Okuma reacted quickly enough to pull his leg back and not follow through with the drill. He tilted his head slightly before letting out a sigh and lowering his leg back down into a normal stance.
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"



The sound of slow, deliberate clapping broke the hush behind Okuma. Just a few languid strikes of palm against palm, carrying that ambiguous quality,half admiration, half mockery.

When he turned, Braze was there, though moments ago he hadn't been.

"You're getting stronger," Braze remarked softly, his voice lowered to match the dimness of the training room, words threading through the low light like smoke.

He stepped closer, his tone tempered with caution and familiarity. "But you should let your body rest a little more. Push too far, and you'll do more harm than good." The words carried the weight of experience, wrapped in gentle warning shaped by scars unseen.




 

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