[ Kida watches the hologram move. Its body is sharp like Pearl's, and that's mirrored in its steps, the way it tenses its shoulders and springs up. She's seen this before--twice--and knows even before it happens what she'll do.
She doesn't move. She stands poised, her weapon at the ready. She allows the hologram to describe its arc, and when it comes down she dives out of the way, coming up behind it, her spear in two hands like a mace. With the curved end down from earlier, it's easy to swing the weapon upwards and inwards. She uses the momentum from her roll to augment the curving swing. Her blade arcs towards the hologram's throat, ready to tear into it. She barks out a cry, guttural, something that's second nature to her and meant to destabilize a human opponent. ]
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She doesn't move. She stands poised, her weapon at the ready. She allows the hologram to describe its arc, and when it comes down she dives out of the way, coming up behind it, her spear in two hands like a mace. With the curved end down from earlier, it's easy to swing the weapon upwards and inwards. She uses the momentum from her roll to augment the curving swing. Her blade arcs towards the hologram's throat, ready to tear into it. She barks out a cry, guttural, something that's second nature to her and meant to destabilize a human opponent. ]