Shepard takes a strike on her block, and retaliates one-two with quick rabbit-punches that daze the chess player who, honestly, ought to have known better. Hadn't she fought him on the board, yesterday? Well, fought was being generous, but then maybe he was looking for another shot. She snapped a hook into his cheekbone and he went down like a sack of wet sand; so much for justice.
"Alliance standard hand-to-hand training," She replied, shortly, daring to take her eyes off the crowd to shoot him a smirk, "...And a lot of experience. You should see me in a real fight!"
It's a lot less gentle, for one. And a lot faster; when your only goal is to kill or get past your opponent, there's no call for subtleties or hesitation. Then too, in a real fight, a deadly fight, she wouldn't be restricted only to fists.
"I'm a vanguard. First in, last out," this last word punctuated by the grunt of effort that came with dropping out of guard, snatching up another of the hopefuls that thought to take her on, and bodily levering over one shoulder onto the ground where he then lay, winded and whining, "This is just sad, though."
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"Alliance standard hand-to-hand training," She replied, shortly, daring to take her eyes off the crowd to shoot him a smirk, "...And a lot of experience. You should see me in a real fight!"
It's a lot less gentle, for one. And a lot faster; when your only goal is to kill or get past your opponent, there's no call for subtleties or hesitation. Then too, in a real fight, a deadly fight, she wouldn't be restricted only to fists.
"I'm a vanguard. First in, last out," this last word punctuated by the grunt of effort that came with dropping out of guard, snatching up another of the hopefuls that thought to take her on, and bodily levering over one shoulder onto the ground where he then lay, winded and whining, "This is just sad, though."