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Hands were braced against the side of his weapon, his feet forfeiting ground a couple of inches at a guess. He was endeavouring to maintain a defensive position, vying for time as his mind parsed the finer details from what he could gather.
As well as the implications involved.
Gritting his teeth, Jak grunted as the other launched another kick in his direction, arms absorbing the shock of impact as he lowered his head. From what he could tell, she was of lithe build, thin but not gaunt-like. And without a doubt able to control a specific type of eco too.
The thought of such made him see red; another living weapon, meaning that others had tried to imbue subjects with the forces of nature itself. In a display of anger, arcs of dark eco crackled along his arms, his hair wavering the slightest bit before he pulled himself together, despite the fact that there was no breeze.
“Grrr...” Feeling himself threatening to slip, the blond breaks up their clash, scouting the next time Bayley tries to draw near and, instead of blocking her kick, he parries, deflecting it to the side, trying to throw her off-balance. And, whilst she was presented with this problem, he’d move in to strike, hands stretching forward to press his gun length ways across her neck, encouraging her to walk backwards just she’d met a wall.
It was time for answers.
“Who the hell are you?”
