He was being played - he knew he was. Yet at the same time, he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. He hadn't been trained for subtlety, he'd been trained to use his superior physical attributes to their best advantage. However, all that training had proceeded under the assumption that none of his targets would be his equal - the Soldier was the closest possible.
It was...hard, trying to think in anything other than straight lines. Harder than it should be? It didn't matter. He needed to get in close, no matter what tricks his opponent might be planning or hiding. That was non-negotiable. That was the mission. To stay back galled at all his learned instincts. He couldn't subdue his target at a range...
The barest flicker would betray his sudden revelation, before it was immediately followed up with a hard toss of his shield straight at his opponent's head. He was already anticipating the rebound from the high ceiling if an impact failed, moving to meet it. If an impact didn't fail, then so much the better for him.
If nothing else, he knew that he should also get a proper sense of that arm and what it was capable of, above and beyond the fact that it was perhaps stronger even than him. Yet he didn't know for certain, and that was dangerous even in a training situation. They had told him that the shield wouldn't crumple under any impact. But even he was not half so durable.
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It was...hard, trying to think in anything other than straight lines. Harder than it should be? It didn't matter. He needed to get in close, no matter what tricks his opponent might be planning or hiding. That was non-negotiable. That was the mission. To stay back galled at all his learned instincts. He couldn't subdue his target at a range...
The barest flicker would betray his sudden revelation, before it was immediately followed up with a hard toss of his shield straight at his opponent's head. He was already anticipating the rebound from the high ceiling if an impact failed, moving to meet it. If an impact didn't fail, then so much the better for him.
If nothing else, he knew that he should also get a proper sense of that arm and what it was capable of, above and beyond the fact that it was perhaps stronger even than him. Yet he didn't know for certain, and that was dangerous even in a training situation. They had told him that the shield wouldn't crumple under any impact. But even he was not half so durable.