[ Kida watches Pearl and her double duel to the sound of a music she cannot hear. She can sense it, in a way, the age-old beat of battle, of hard footfalls in the earth, rucking up dirt. This is a dance she knows in her bones, and she can appreciate the beauty that Pearl adds to it with her flourishes. The line that separates fighting from dancing, after all, is mostly intention.
And Pearl's intention, to strike and to destroy, is evident in every line. Kida isn't prone to fancy, but she tries to keep an open mind. She thinks she could learn something, here. The fire flickers, and in the interstices of light and dark Pearl moves with the hologram, faster and faster, until they too are only a flicker.
Until Pearl stands alone in a cloud of smoke. Kida purses her lips in wonder. ]
You are impressive. You move like water. Can you show me your technique?
[ She can't say if she can merge it to her own style--which to be fair, is no style at all--but she can always use more method, more discipline. ]
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And Pearl's intention, to strike and to destroy, is evident in every line. Kida isn't prone to fancy, but she tries to keep an open mind. She thinks she could learn something, here. The fire flickers, and in the interstices of light and dark Pearl moves with the hologram, faster and faster, until they too are only a flicker.
Until Pearl stands alone in a cloud of smoke. Kida purses her lips in wonder. ]
You are impressive. You move like water. Can you show me your technique?
[ She can't say if she can merge it to her own style--which to be fair, is no style at all--but she can always use more method, more discipline. ]