trans_9 | Proving Ground [ Open To All ]

The sensoriums made for a convenient training ground for all the right reasons, but most of all because they allowed Motoko to cheat. It hardly seemed fair for the world around to be controlled by whatever constituted the strongest mind, or the most established, but on these proving grounds, as ever, fairness was not part of the equation.

The world was a sleepy summer day, warm with cicada song and dry, ragged grass, knee-high in places, scorched to the earth in others. An abandoned, decrepit skeleton of a Soviet military base dominated the landscape, dotted here and there with holes like dark hollow eyes among the crumbling walls and roofless, exposed innards. Once, this place had been alive, and now it was as bleached as bones in the grass, as nature retook what man had conquered.

Here and there the rusted-out remains of tanks slumped where they had been abandoned. Red paint, incongruously fresh, marked a series of them as targets at the far end of a carefully 'makeshift' firing range, though most sat aimlessly, unmarked and unattended. The place nearest the door was dominated by one such tank, perhaps in slightly better repair than the others, and perched upon it was the reason for all the fuss and trials. Major Kusanagi folded her arms and leaned her back against the treads, casting a sidelong look at what was left of Section Nine.

It was going to be a long day.

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So the Major was conducting the melee part of this training. He'd never thrown down with her before and was starting to become eager to see what his opponent would be like. Despite her female frame, her whole demeanour screamed that she was more than capable of tearing you from limb to limb. If he had to fight her, he was going to give it his all. He never held back.

"Years of experience on the battlefield and off. I've been fighting for most of my life." He was equally as stoic and staring at the Major waiting for her to do something.

"Alright," she acknowledged, and unfolded her arms. He seemed all natural, so this would be a bit lighter, after those that had come before. Motoko stepped into range almost coyly, like a young lady moving in for a dance, then struck at his face at a speed that was perfectly within ordinary human capabilities to block.

She could have warned him, but didn't. How often would their opponents be obeying the rules of engagement?

He wasn't watching her for nothing. As she struck at his face, he saw it coming, and in a fluid motion leaned back, moved in on the inside of her arm and blocked it, then attempted a backhand blow to her head with his free arm. She didn't go easy on him although something was telling him that she was holding back. He was determined to get her to fight him at her best level.

Her best level would very quickly be the death of you, Ronon Dex. Someone with only two-thirds of Motoko's capabilities would find nothing easier than to sweep your head off your shoulders like a knife through Jello. The joys of military technology.

Of course, that wasn't to say she was without weakness. For one, she could be concussed, with enough force, and so her other hand came up, catching Ronon's wrist in her palm to halt the force. It was insulting, honestly, so she followed with a demonstration that had a little more force behind it, jabbing that blocking hand forward into his nose like lightning.

It would hurt, and it would bleed, if it struck home, but it wouldn't break bone. Probably.

Damn that was fast! Ronon barely managed to move his nose out of the way but the hand still connected with his face and it did hurt. Not that he'd mind at all that his face was going to be sore. The ex-runner was also surprised at how easily she caught his wrist. He was at least a good few inches taller than her and should have more body mass than her. Most people would have felt some amount of force from a blocked backhand but Major Kusanagi didn't appear to be phased at all.

Ronon stepped back and shook his head. "You're not human." Not wasting much time he sprang at her went for a kick to her legs. This was going to be an uphill battle.

Motoko didn't reply, either to agree or disagree, but instead folded her knes to receive the hit on-balance. The impact was terrific, but below her center of gravity and so she kept her stance and sprung out of it viciously. A natural human would have broken a bone, or at least gained a bone-deep bruise or strain, she decided, data streaming translucently across the Major's vision as her nerve-net sent wave after wave of data.

And now, he was below her.

The Major would ordinarily have let gravity take its course, but her mass would have crushed him to death in seconds. Instead she gave Ronon a kick in the hindquarters, trying to force a bit of distance between them by bodily shoving him.

The kick sent Ronon stumbling a few steps forward. After regaining composture, he turned around and snarled, slapping his legs. It was nothing personal against the Major, instead it was Ronon's way of fueling his fight in him by, in a sort of ways, channeling his rage. He had lots to be angry about and on top of that, having a hard time against a non-human was frustrating and definitely contributing to the fire.

With some newfound focus, he burst at Motoko with a well-aimed punch to the face.

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