Grumpy ninja fails

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Who: The Stalker and you
Broadcast: none
Action: Yes, on the Iskaulit
When: 4 September

[Ever since his fight with the Tenno, the Stalker has been troubled. This form is inadequate. He should not feel such pain nor take so long to recover. The bruising has long since faded from his once-broken nose, but his body aches. Was he strong, before he fought the Tenno? Before the Atroma brought him here, he slew armies. Now, a blow to the face undoes him.

He is determined to get stronger. He did it once. Why not again? And where better than on the facilities on the Iskaulit?

Anyone who comes to the parkour course will see his attempts. He has had some truly epic failures.]

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[Wrath's faithfully doing her PT exercises and still training up for every new step in her synthetics being tuned. So she happens to walk in during the epic failures, dressed in an old, loose jumpsuit and no shoes, ready to work out.

She stands and watches for a bit. This guy is still on her super shit list.]

You sure talk a big game.

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[It's her. The captain from the Tenno's ship, the one so insolent and rude as do deny him access to her communication network. Glowering at her, the Stalker picks himself up off the floor.]

You know not of what you speak.

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I've got eyes. You're spending a lot of time with your face in the floor. [Profoundly unimpressed.]

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Either you don't know when to look, or you don't understand the risks of an art like this.

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Or you're all bang and no bullet.

Go ahead. School me. [Motherfucker she is going to eat you.]

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With pleasure.

[She's small, and from what he has heard, she's been injured. She should be no trouble at all.

He lunges at her.]

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[What is this, amateur hour? Okay, she'll let him run face first into her fist, which she drives toward him.

She's a lot heavier than she looks--it's all the composite bones. And way faster than any human has a right to be. She's not going to be moved.]

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[She doesn't move. This can't be right. The Stalker growls and tries to grapple her off her feet.]

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[Cute. She isn't letting him get a grapple. He's slower than her. And not terribly strong. Or coordinated.

She slides one leg around the back of his knee and hooks, as she drives a hand into his solar plexus for a solid shove. Trying to knock him off balance.]

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[The Stalker knows how to compensate for this. Grab her, spin, throw her to the ground with his momentum and superior strength.

But he can't. Not before she lands the hit and drops him like a gutted hyekka. He can't breathe.]

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[She could drop a knee on his chest and give him a nice scar, even. That's what training and instinct say.

Instead, she remains standing, relaxed, arms crossed.]

Get up.

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[He is not getting up because she told him. He is getting up because this isn't over. Even if he can't roll to his feet with his usual elegance, he still gets up.]

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[And Wrath waits, all casual.]

You need a minute?

[He must be more impressive back in his own world, or there's no way in hell Tenno would be so freaked out by him.]

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No.

[She must be using an augment of some kind. Growling, the Stalker sends out a pulse that should disable whatever power she has. Then, while she figures out what he did, he turns invisble and sneaks around to flank her.]

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[Wrath is entirely unaware of the pulse of energy; it's not something that affects her. But the instant the stalker vanishes off all spectrums she can perceive, she explodes into motion.

Three swift steps and she launches herself at the wall, kicking off that to leap up one of the structures in the parkour course. There she stays, perfectly balanced for a moment, silent, listening.]

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[That can't be right. She must have been using some augment in order to beat him. The Stalker clenches his jaw and scrabbles up the structure opposite hers. His invisibility fails a split second before he reaches the top.]

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[She's ready and waiting for any noise, any hint.

And there he is.

Wrath launches herself off her platform with a few rapid steps, somersaulting in air to come at him feet first. She's not playing any more games with this.]

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[He won't be balanced in time, not to take a hit. So, he drops. He even lands in a proper roll that absorbs the shock of his fall, the kind he has fumbled so many times today.

But how to get at her now?]

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[He'll have his chance, because Wrath jumps down after him, pressing the attack. She's coming in low to try to take out his legs.]