Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26130256-20180407090341

"And maybe that's what you're missing," Edom shrugged before glancing at his Scroll and switching the machine into airship. The imposter would have paid good money to watch Fritz try to take on Brine in a hacker's duel, but the fallout would have blown his cover to smithereens, plus attracted the attention of any cybersecurity specialists in the entire country. Some other time, perhaps.

"I've met a fair share of fighters, but all the greats I've heard of were great because they were a fighter and something else.  Different ways of approaching the problem, or something like that.  Didn't you ever read how all the big styles of kung fu were inspired by different animals?" His question asked, he fell back into a semi-companionable silence as they traveled out into the cold Sahali morning.

"Besides, I heard rumors that Cardamom guy's written in academic journals and stuff about combat science.  If he's doing his homework like that, what's our excuse?"

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Meanwhile, Trigo was bored. Apparently, he had grabbed the last flight out of Vacuo before a sandstorm rolled in, and a Grimm attack at the airport in Atlas meant that it wouldn't be until tommorow morning that a quorum would be present to hold the board meeting. So until then, there wasn't much to do. He'd already caught up on his reading, had a drink at the canteen (why the cafeteria robots recognized Director Cardiffson as an exception to the "no liquor before 10" rule, he did not know, but he wasn't going to start complaining about it,) and forcefully corrected a rookie Eliminator who had completely misunderstood Dal Mai's treatise on defending against knives with two-handed bludgeons.

After a few minutes of purposeless wandering, the director found himself in the basement of Bolton's classroom building. Picking a door at random, he triumphantly kicked it open, and found Bolton and Ingraham going at it in a medium-sized boxing ring. By the looks of things, the young Eliminator had just backed off after an offensive and was looking for his next angle of attack. Unfortunately, Bolton had used a flawless Grunbach's Feint and was seconds from piledriving the poor boy into the school's bedrock.

Oh, well, Trigo thought as he took a seat and waited for the last shoe to drop. ''To learn by meditation is most noble, by study is second most noble, and by experience is the most common. Still, that can't possibly be as painful as that double-shotgun-powered donkey kick I gave him during my first visit.''