Whoops, [is no doubt exactly what you want to here from your hardened military. At least, the tattoo in his wrist says SCI and not SEC. He might say 'whoops' less around the operating table.
William centers himself again. He looks a little tired already, his guard beginning to drop, but that's what happens when you're new-- even if the activity isn't long or forceful enough to be strenuous, there's a funny waste of burned-off adrenaline.
It speaks volumes about his character, that even though she isn't hitting him at all, he hasn't gone full throttle. There's no angry flurry of testosterone-fueled head shots, no mad tackle, war cry, anything like that. He stays -- cautious, on the defensive, conservative about his attacks. It's long minutes in before he starts cutting loose a little more-- and then the hits come more frequent, head shot, head shot, then a sudden knee.
Through it, the other presence in his mind remains relatively discreet. Perhaps it knows she's watching. She picks up a fleeting image here or there: a whiff of stale meat, a faint fresh hue to the Tranquility's lights, a scab of old blood ghosting over the wall, obviously references to a world that is not here. William doesn't seem to find the hallucinations disturbing at all. If anything, it seems to set him more at ease.
She knows a thing or two about casting illusions. Why people do it.]
ffwd or stay with particulars? <3
William centers himself again. He looks a little tired already, his guard beginning to drop, but that's what happens when you're new-- even if the activity isn't long or forceful enough to be strenuous, there's a funny waste of burned-off adrenaline.
It speaks volumes about his character, that even though she isn't hitting him at all, he hasn't gone full throttle. There's no angry flurry of testosterone-fueled head shots, no mad tackle, war cry, anything like that. He stays -- cautious, on the defensive, conservative about his attacks. It's long minutes in before he starts cutting loose a little more-- and then the hits come more frequent, head shot, head shot, then a sudden knee.
Through it, the other presence in his mind remains relatively discreet. Perhaps it knows she's watching. She picks up a fleeting image here or there: a whiff of stale meat, a faint fresh hue to the Tranquility's lights, a scab of old blood ghosting over the wall, obviously references to a world that is not here. William doesn't seem to find the hallucinations disturbing at all. If anything, it seems to set him more at ease.
She knows a thing or two about casting illusions. Why people do it.]