[X] Evade, with your mantella ready at high threshold and shoot him repeatedly until the spezzante reforms.
You roll to one side, raising your mantella as the two projectiles leap in at you. You manage to get out of the way of one, the other deflecting high. You raise your pistol and fire, rounds shrieking off the heavy suits armour as it comes up to its feet. It raises its arm, rounds chipping the armour. One shot goes slips past his guard and almost strikes the optics, but suddenly stops mid-air and rolls off the armor harmlessly.
He begins to advance as you find your magazine run out. "You know my dear Miriea, you're too clever by half. If you'd attacked me straight up, with fists, you would have taken me down while I was blinded by using Murgleys' grase."
He surges forward and you're inspired to flick the pistol back to block the blow, the sheer force of it almost cutting you with your own saber as it deflects. "A girl like you shouldn't disobey her instincts."
"Are you mocking me again?"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. You've fought in only two battles. You have no experience, so you need to rely on what's inside. The heart, not the head, that's the source of your strength." Another punch slides you back. You twist out of a way of a third, the saber bending under the force. You toss the useless weapon aside and swing up the now regenerated spezzante. You twirl it, flicking away each punch or forcing him back with the end, careful not to break it, looking for a weakness you can exploit for a killing blow.
<<He's getting tired, and our performance is superior. We can wear him down>> Avagis sounds tired himself.
You remember the Balduino muscles, the way he moved, and look at the amount of punishment the Murgleys has already absorbed. <<No, we can't. Sooner or later, he'll get lucky.>> It'll only take a couple of good hits from that fist and you'll be wrecked. Dodging and your shield will only help so much.
<<Argh. I want full armour!>> Avagis snarls.
<<Don't get frustrated, concentrate on the machine>>
You circle left, then turn it into a roll, coming up facing him in the centre of the circle. "You're very quick. And you've gotten a lot less stiff. You're a natural talent Miriea."
Even in your haggard state of mind, full of anger and fear and flight and fight, the flattery manages to get you to smile. It's true, you've always had something most people don't, the ability to make things in the physical world go where you want them too. Up until today, life had been rather easy. Without challenges you had become complacent, needing endless cajoling to continue your practice and improve your skills. It had become routine, another one of your exercises as a filial daughter.
He comes in again, another hammer blow, right hand punch, switches to the compressa, slashing rapidly, then mounting a series of long, quick thrusts. He's trying to get you to commit to something so he can punish you.
You stay on the defensive, making only a few stabs with your longer weapon, careful not to overextend yourself as you consider the options.
If he thinks that's all you have.
You can use it against him.
Or is he trying for a double bluff, trying to make you hesitate and think of a plan? Everything in his stance says he's trying to get you to commit to an attack, but then if he didn't want you too wouldn't he do just this?
You can't go in circles on this. He jabs again, and you barely deflect it off your shield. He snaps the other limb up and a heavy projectile thunders past Michael's ducking head. You need to end this now, before he gets lucky.
How do you try to end this?
[ ] Go with your heart, launch a furious flurry of attacks that overwhelm his defence and pierce his armour
[ ] Put the setting sun at your back and blind him with it, then go for a killing blow.
[ ] Pretend to commit to an attack, then, as he attacks you, play out your longer weapon and impale him on one of the glass ends.