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Iris dashed forward, her blade coming up as she approached Morene, who quickly drove her sword down to deflect, continuing her push by thrusting her shoulder forward into the android. A hand was thrown behind her in response, kicking a foot up as she tucked back into a flip and slammed a foot into the side of the knochten’s helm. Both took a moment for a breath before coming together for another exchange.
“You guys are doing great! Great charge, Morene! Good flip, Iris!” Masa cheered from the side of the dusty field that her two bodyguards sparred upon, the wind softly blowing away the everpresent layer of topsoil as well as the dancer’s hair, giving her a look as if she were in a photo shoot.
The knochten slammed her fist forward, feigning a punch before grabbing the android’s defending sword, gripping it tightly in her armored hand as she brought the pummel of her weapon down on the android’s headgear, before then sending a kick to her chest, sending her flying.
“A most impressive display!” Masahir jumped up, excited by the brawl, yet also concerned for her android friend.
“Ow, that always makes my head ring.” Iris spoke as she sat up and dusted off, her headgear retracting into its less bulky form. Her sword-arm followed suit, retracting into her arm and replacing it with her biosynthetic flesh.
“It’s good to always be prepared for it. I am glad to know that I can keep a step ahead of your combat chips.” Morene held out a hand, helping Iris up before taking off her helmet.
“Right when I think I have you figured out, you change it up! So unfair!” Iris pouted, giving Morene a squinted look.
She chuckled after taking in a breath of fresh air, smiling. “It comes with experience, you often don’t find yourself facing the same opponent as often as a sparring partner. I imagine you can change your tactics as fast as I can in a real combat scenario.”
Iris pondered for a moment before taking the complement and nodding.
“That was great! It’s hard to keep up with you two sometimes.” Masa swung her legs from the shaded rock she sat upon in the shade, gracefully hopping down and giving a stretch. “Let’s go stop by to see Mamá at the shop! She wanted me to help out today, and you know how she gets if we’re late.”
Both of her guards gave nervous smiles. They didn’t need to be reminded. The past few months of helping them make a living and fending off thieves was no small task. Iris had come a long way since her initial rebooting, and no longer had too much issue with common interactions with regular people. She still had some issues with alcohol processing, though as long as Morene and Masahir kept the bottles away from the android, they needed not worry about it. Their routine was steady, though they did wonder what became of their stowaway after his departure.
“Well, let’s head out! Maybe we can stop by some of the markets?” Iris piped up cheerily.
“How long has it been since our last visit?” Morene questioned.
“At least seventy-eight hours, forty-seven minutes, and sixteen seconds!”
“I suppose we can stop by, just try not to cause any trouble, sometimes I wonder if we need to head over to Cevanti to see if you need a tune-up. Even I can't make heads or tails of your technology sometimes.”
“Don’t be mean, maybe we can find a specialist at the port sometime this week! You never know who is going to visit the city!”
“Iris does make a good point. Tomorrow let’s head to the port and see if we can find anyone interesting!” Masahir was always keen on meeting new people, especially when they looked at her with starry eyes.
Morene gave a soft sigh. More times than not, ports and markets were the cause of making work for her, but she couldn’t help but look forward to the smile on Masahir’s face seeing everything. There hasn’t been anything they couldn’t handle so far, so a visit wouldn’t hurt.
“You guys are doing great! Great charge, Morene! Good flip, Iris!” Masa cheered from the side of the dusty field that her two bodyguards sparred upon, the wind softly blowing away the everpresent layer of topsoil as well as the dancer’s hair, giving her a look as if she were in a photo shoot.
The knochten slammed her fist forward, feigning a punch before grabbing the android’s defending sword, gripping it tightly in her armored hand as she brought the pummel of her weapon down on the android’s headgear, before then sending a kick to her chest, sending her flying.
“A most impressive display!” Masahir jumped up, excited by the brawl, yet also concerned for her android friend.
“Ow, that always makes my head ring.” Iris spoke as she sat up and dusted off, her headgear retracting into its less bulky form. Her sword-arm followed suit, retracting into her arm and replacing it with her biosynthetic flesh.
“It’s good to always be prepared for it. I am glad to know that I can keep a step ahead of your combat chips.” Morene held out a hand, helping Iris up before taking off her helmet.
“Right when I think I have you figured out, you change it up! So unfair!” Iris pouted, giving Morene a squinted look.
She chuckled after taking in a breath of fresh air, smiling. “It comes with experience, you often don’t find yourself facing the same opponent as often as a sparring partner. I imagine you can change your tactics as fast as I can in a real combat scenario.”
Iris pondered for a moment before taking the complement and nodding.
“That was great! It’s hard to keep up with you two sometimes.” Masa swung her legs from the shaded rock she sat upon in the shade, gracefully hopping down and giving a stretch. “Let’s go stop by to see Mamá at the shop! She wanted me to help out today, and you know how she gets if we’re late.”
Both of her guards gave nervous smiles. They didn’t need to be reminded. The past few months of helping them make a living and fending off thieves was no small task. Iris had come a long way since her initial rebooting, and no longer had too much issue with common interactions with regular people. She still had some issues with alcohol processing, though as long as Morene and Masahir kept the bottles away from the android, they needed not worry about it. Their routine was steady, though they did wonder what became of their stowaway after his departure.
“Well, let’s head out! Maybe we can stop by some of the markets?” Iris piped up cheerily.
“How long has it been since our last visit?” Morene questioned.
“At least seventy-eight hours, forty-seven minutes, and sixteen seconds!”
“I suppose we can stop by, just try not to cause any trouble, sometimes I wonder if we need to head over to Cevanti to see if you need a tune-up. Even I can't make heads or tails of your technology sometimes.”
“Don’t be mean, maybe we can find a specialist at the port sometime this week! You never know who is going to visit the city!”
“Iris does make a good point. Tomorrow let’s head to the port and see if we can find anyone interesting!” Masahir was always keen on meeting new people, especially when they looked at her with starry eyes.
Morene gave a soft sigh. More times than not, ports and markets were the cause of making work for her, but she couldn’t help but look forward to the smile on Masahir’s face seeing everything. There hasn’t been anything they couldn’t handle so far, so a visit wouldn’t hurt.