Arena
You slash the blade at what you beleive is the invisible form of your former companion. You tear a hole in the fabric, a slash of red welling up a few inches over the ground.
It's odd seeing a wound hovering over the ground like that. Suddenly she springs to her feet and stands before you, little more than a slight distortion in your field of vision. The wound is all you can clearly see, and it moves towards you with speed that you are not prepared for.
Her foot lands in your chest like a sledgehammer, knocking you back several feet. You are again reminded of her background in martial arts.
As she comes in at you again, you shove the tip of your katana towards her. Her momentum is too much to stop and she impales herself on the end of the blade.
Well honed reflexes and muscles are no match for genetic enhancements.
It's odd seeing a wound hovering over the ground like that. Suddenly she springs to her feet and stands before you, little more than a slight distortion in your field of vision. The wound is all you can clearly see, and it moves towards you with speed that you are not prepared for.
Her foot lands in your chest like a sledgehammer, knocking you back several feet. You are again reminded of her background in martial arts.
As she comes in at you again, you shove the tip of your katana towards her. Her momentum is too much to stop and she impales herself on the end of the blade.
Well honed reflexes and muscles are no match for genetic enhancements.