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Sig nodded as Vyla spoke, her method making sense in theory. Applied, however, may yield a different result. She agreed with Esfir's adjustments to the plan, her hands twitching as she looked for the nearest ring. If she could simply block whatever came at those reaching for the ring, perhaps they could figure out how this simulation actually worked. It would be much more simple if a handful of them could hit the ring at once and all receive a point for it.
"I'm the one referred to as Victory." Sig replied to Seier's question, struggling to contain a grin at the girl's crude way of speaking. At this moment Sig's eyes caught on a shining ring that was on the street below them. Ruffling her wings in anticipation, she gesture toward it with one slender arm. "That ring may be a prime candidate for our little experiment. I'll go down to trigger whatever trap is awaiting us and then Seier and myself can combat it while the others task themselves with reaching the ring."
Nodding to herself, Sig then moved to stand on the edge of the building. Her metal boots scraped unpleasantly as she pushed off of the ledge and into the air. Arms resting lazily above her, she waited until she was only a few feet from the ground to snap out her wings. A small twinge rang thorough her wings as she did so, the strain of watching her own weight taking a toll on her wings. As her feet reached the ground, three shadowy figures appeared. One held a spear, one a gun, while the other clutched a bow and arrow. Sig couldn't help but smile at the challenge.
"I've got them distracted." Sig called out to the people above, stepping back as the spearman took a stab at her. Her hands wrapped around the shadowy spear and yanked it to the side, her foot striking the shadowy figure's stomach. Her combat style was fluid, almost comparable to a dancer's as she dodged various attacks aimed her way. She continued to advance in small movements towards the ring, to keep the shadowy figure's attention as though she was really aiming to try and touch it.
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Sig nodded as Vyla spoke, her method making sense in theory. Applied, however, may yield a different result. She agreed with Esfir's adjustments to the plan, her hands twitching as she looked for the nearest ring. If she could simply block whatever came at those reaching for the ring, perhaps they could figure out how this simulation actually worked. It would be much more simple if a handful of them could hit the ring at once and all receive a point for it.
"I'm the one referred to as Victory." Sig replied to Seier's question, struggling to contain a grin at the girl's crude way of speaking. At this moment Sig's eyes caught on a shining ring that was on the street below them. Ruffling her wings in anticipation, she gesture toward it with one slender arm. "That ring may be a prime candidate for our little experiment. I'll go down to trigger whatever trap is awaiting us and then Seier and myself can combat it while the others task themselves with reaching the ring."
Nodding to herself, Sig then moved to stand on the edge of the building. Her metal boots scraped unpleasantly as she pushed off of the ledge and into the air. Arms resting lazily above her, she waited until she was only a few feet from the ground to snap out her wings. A small twinge rang thorough her wings as she did so, the strain of watching her own weight taking a toll on her wings. As her feet reached the ground, three shadowy figures appeared. One held a spear, one a gun, while the other clutched a bow and arrow. Sig couldn't help but smile at the challenge.
"I've got them distracted." Sig called out to the people above, stepping back as the spearman took a stab at her. Her hands wrapped around the shadowy spear and yanked it to the side, her foot striking the shadowy figure's stomach. Her combat style was fluid, almost comparable to a dancer's as she dodged various attacks aimed her way. She continued to advance in small movements towards the ring, to keep the shadowy figure's attention as though she was really aiming to try and touch it.