11-15-2016, 02:13 AM
The traveler nodded a greeting and crossed his arms, shifting his weight to one side. "Kelly MacAryn. Also Prime, or so I'm told. It's a pleasure to meet you, Amber - and you're right, I've only been here a few hours."
He shifted one arm, scratching his chin. As he talked, his mind raced ahead, analyzing.
The girl looked young, barely more than sixteen, but that meant nothing - youth didn't mean she was necessarily incapable. At the very least she was remarkably strong for her size. Kelly had felt it in the ease with which she'd pulled him to his feet, and it showed in the way she moved her blade. To carry a sword so casually, especially one with such unusual mechanisms sticking out of it, suggested some skill in using it. Her feline attributes raised the possibility of less obvious abilities, although with something as versatile and mysterious as Omnilium in the mix, it was probably best to assume that possibility existed in everyone he met in the Omniverse from now on.
Kelly wasn't quite sure what to make of her attitude about her weapon. When Amber had pulled her sword the plan that had flashed in his mind, only held in check by the girl's casual posture and total lack of hostility, was nothing less than efficient brutality:
Holding a weapon, her arm will be tense. Step past her guard, outside her shoulder, before she can set her stance. Immobilize the wrist, strike the upper arm above the elbow joint. Additional tension from the reactive contraction of the triceps will aid in forcing traumatic hyper-extension, using her own strength against her. With only slightly more pressure...
He could tell he'd done it before.
Either Amber didn't know how unwise it was to draw on somebody without warning, or the girl was confident she could deal with whatever came of it. Or maybe she knew, but was extremely laid-back about that sort of thing, certain that her peaceful intentions were obvious. Whatever the case, it was probably best not to bring it up on a first meeting. Unsolicited advice from strangers was seldom welcome.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, the traveler continued, "Nobody's riven my immortal soul so far, though I will admit not knowing anything about this place or the people in it is starting to feel like torture enough on its own."
His brain spun toward a conclusion.
Blade-discipline aside, first impressions were positive. Amber was polite enough, open with her opinions, came across as genuine, and seemed friendly. Unless she was playing a complicated game, there was a possibility of an ally here, or at least a friendly acquaintance.
With that in mind, he added, "I don't suppose you could help me with that?"
Half-calculated, half-heartfelt, Kelly finished his question with a thin smile.
He shifted one arm, scratching his chin. As he talked, his mind raced ahead, analyzing.
The girl looked young, barely more than sixteen, but that meant nothing - youth didn't mean she was necessarily incapable. At the very least she was remarkably strong for her size. Kelly had felt it in the ease with which she'd pulled him to his feet, and it showed in the way she moved her blade. To carry a sword so casually, especially one with such unusual mechanisms sticking out of it, suggested some skill in using it. Her feline attributes raised the possibility of less obvious abilities, although with something as versatile and mysterious as Omnilium in the mix, it was probably best to assume that possibility existed in everyone he met in the Omniverse from now on.
Kelly wasn't quite sure what to make of her attitude about her weapon. When Amber had pulled her sword the plan that had flashed in his mind, only held in check by the girl's casual posture and total lack of hostility, was nothing less than efficient brutality:
Holding a weapon, her arm will be tense. Step past her guard, outside her shoulder, before she can set her stance. Immobilize the wrist, strike the upper arm above the elbow joint. Additional tension from the reactive contraction of the triceps will aid in forcing traumatic hyper-extension, using her own strength against her. With only slightly more pressure...
He could tell he'd done it before.
Either Amber didn't know how unwise it was to draw on somebody without warning, or the girl was confident she could deal with whatever came of it. Or maybe she knew, but was extremely laid-back about that sort of thing, certain that her peaceful intentions were obvious. Whatever the case, it was probably best not to bring it up on a first meeting. Unsolicited advice from strangers was seldom welcome.
Keeping his thoughts to himself, the traveler continued, "Nobody's riven my immortal soul so far, though I will admit not knowing anything about this place or the people in it is starting to feel like torture enough on its own."
His brain spun toward a conclusion.
Blade-discipline aside, first impressions were positive. Amber was polite enough, open with her opinions, came across as genuine, and seemed friendly. Unless she was playing a complicated game, there was a possibility of an ally here, or at least a friendly acquaintance.
With that in mind, he added, "I don't suppose you could help me with that?"
Half-calculated, half-heartfelt, Kelly finished his question with a thin smile.