Broken hunger
Any newborn owns a unique set of skills, yours, as a cougar, are your sharp retractable claws made from an alloy of nanites reinforcing the organic claw making them stronger than steel and even reaching the point of reinforcing your knucklebones, and with that make you a perfect template for an unarmed warrior.
A detail that your masters and instructors in the dojos, and later in The Martial academy, were eager to explore and polishing your skills. Until you end up being the best-unarmed fighter of your promotion. Even better than the tigers, normally considered the best template for unarmed fighting.
Of course, you aren't the best in everything.
Your entire shooting training moments consisted of going throughout the shotting gallery, day after day, failing, and failing again. Of course, you end up being a half-decent shooter. Still, In your remembrances continues that hatred and hesitancy to use guns.
Even when you have based your mecha pilot career in the medium close combat using the rest of your team as fire support and flanking.
Effective. Yes, but at the same time, you always felt like you lacking something key as a soldier.
But, thankfully, this is a close-range take out of one single medical robot so You can't fail.
Each strike movement has to be swift and determined. Your cougar claws extended pointing towards the exact spot you have to pierce with your claws to reset the robot. If this were a standard battle with a standard robot, This could be a handily battle, just charging with your claws in the correct spot...
However, you halt feeling that something is not right, your predator's survival sense is tingling. "There is a hidden catch. It has to be" You mumble while pondering which is the trap.
The Robots still humbling Your feline-like hearing makes you able to discern a minuscule click-clack hide in the buzzing.
"Could it be just a decoy, a false sense of security to assault me by surprise from another direction?"
The sense of urgency weights in your psyche. Almost like a mental whimper.
"This ends here!!" You charge with a battle cry
A detail that your masters and instructors in the dojos, and later in The Martial academy, were eager to explore and polishing your skills. Until you end up being the best-unarmed fighter of your promotion. Even better than the tigers, normally considered the best template for unarmed fighting.
Of course, you aren't the best in everything.
Your entire shooting training moments consisted of going throughout the shotting gallery, day after day, failing, and failing again. Of course, you end up being a half-decent shooter. Still, In your remembrances continues that hatred and hesitancy to use guns.
Even when you have based your mecha pilot career in the medium close combat using the rest of your team as fire support and flanking.
Effective. Yes, but at the same time, you always felt like you lacking something key as a soldier.
But, thankfully, this is a close-range take out of one single medical robot so You can't fail.
Each strike movement has to be swift and determined. Your cougar claws extended pointing towards the exact spot you have to pierce with your claws to reset the robot. If this were a standard battle with a standard robot, This could be a handily battle, just charging with your claws in the correct spot...
However, you halt feeling that something is not right, your predator's survival sense is tingling. "There is a hidden catch. It has to be" You mumble while pondering which is the trap.
The Robots still humbling Your feline-like hearing makes you able to discern a minuscule click-clack hide in the buzzing.
"Could it be just a decoy, a false sense of security to assault me by surprise from another direction?"
The sense of urgency weights in your psyche. Almost like a mental whimper.
"This ends here!!" You charge with a battle cry