[ It is truly fucking uncanny the way he starts to adapt and react as time goes on—in a funny kind of way, it almost reminds her of how it was whenever she was sparring against North, not alongside him, the way he always knew what she'd do before she did it. But that was because they'd been together their whole lives, this— this is just Wash, watching and learning, figuring her out as they go. It's impressive.
There's one weakness that's there for the exploiting, perfect for the purpose of getting her off her feet: a fucked up knee, an old wound that's been healed for years, now, but never really got the medical treatment it needed. A sniper round through the joint that barely didn't shatter it, that the twins treated on the run from the Project with nothing but field medkits and shitty attempts at physical therapy that never really got it back up to full strength. It doesn't affect her most days, hell, it doesn't even always cause a problem in a fight, but it's not impossible to see. It's certainly not impossible to take advantage of once you know it's there, especially when South goes for a high kick and leaves all of her weight on it.
One well-placed kick and it'll give out, and the problem with being so damned tall is you sure hit the ground hard when you do go down. She hits the ground with a loud grunt and an equally rough curse. ]
Fuckin'— shit.
[ But she's rolling over to push herself back up to her feet before she's even finished speaking, the way her knee throbs be damned. It's not like they didn't train to get back up after worse and throw themselves back into a fight. ]
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[ It is truly fucking uncanny the way he starts to adapt and react as time goes on—in a funny kind of way, it almost reminds her of how it was whenever she was sparring against North, not alongside him, the way he always knew what she'd do before she did it. But that was because they'd been together their whole lives, this— this is just Wash, watching and learning, figuring her out as they go. It's impressive.
There's one weakness that's there for the exploiting, perfect for the purpose of getting her off her feet: a fucked up knee, an old wound that's been healed for years, now, but never really got the medical treatment it needed. A sniper round through the joint that barely didn't shatter it, that the twins treated on the run from the Project with nothing but field medkits and shitty attempts at physical therapy that never really got it back up to full strength. It doesn't affect her most days, hell, it doesn't even always cause a problem in a fight, but it's not impossible to see. It's certainly not impossible to take advantage of once you know it's there, especially when South goes for a high kick and leaves all of her weight on it.
One well-placed kick and it'll give out, and the problem with being so damned tall is you sure hit the ground hard when you do go down. She hits the ground with a loud grunt and an equally rough curse. ]
Fuckin'— shit.
[ But she's rolling over to push herself back up to her feet before she's even finished speaking, the way her knee throbs be damned. It's not like they didn't train to get back up after worse and throw themselves back into a fight. ]