[color=silver][h1][center]Ready Or Not Part 6[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Vas and Serena are training in the Cargo Bay. Vas is worked up and on edge and Serena works to sus out why.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen]

Serena giggled. Sometimes her brother was more monk than others. She’d enjoy this while it lasted. “You think so?” She asked. 

"Think what?" Vas blinked confused as he helped her up.

“Me and Kinneas?” She asked. 

Vas was even more confused. "You and Kinneas what?" Feeling like he was being led along to the punchline of a joke.

“Oh, Onii,” Serena giggled. “Maybe they don’t write that in your books.” 

Vas continued his streak of cluelessness. "I am so lost. Are we even speaking the same language?" He huffed.

Serena tried to take advantage, launching an attack. “Focus! Pay attention!” She chided. 

Vas sidestepped, slapping Serena upside the head and poking her twice in the side with his wooden dagger. He left his foot out for her to trip on. "Guile over strength any day of the week. Congrats you are a pincushion!" He was still suspicious over what Serena had been babbling about but he would press it out of her later. 

The unceremonious fall knocked the giggle out of her, and Serena cursed as she sprawled on the ground. “Next time,” she promised, picking herself back up.

"Ha! Keep dreaming Mei Mei, you still have a lot to learn. I was small too at one point, brute strength? It's not the key that always fits the lock." He said putting his wooden weapon down. "Speed, precision, deception … there will never be a fair fight. They will be bigger, meaner, they have guns and come at you in a group." Vas said taking a low stance, arms undulating slightly, his finger pointed and straight. "Would you rather a 'fair fight' or one you survive?"

“One you survive,” the teen parroted. “Like you said.” 

"Survival ain't fair." Vas reminded her. "They plead their case, wave to their wife, their children, Gran Gran or whoever … they will promise you anything and everything." He said moving forward smoothly, his snake-like movement striking forward.

Serena kept her eyes on him, and backed up, away from the knife, taking a swipe at him when he came close before darting to the other side. “Because they won’t think twice about killing me.”

Vas dodged and continue to press in. Taking advantage of his long arms, he jabbed his fingers into a nerve in Serena's shoulder that made her entire arm tingle and weak. He didn't let up, he locked her other arm and instead of throwing her to the ground,  held her bent over his knee to where she was on her toes and her head touching the floor, his elbow holding her in place. "Exactly. Don't give them that chance. Even a rabbit can surprise you when cornered."
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