Sorry about the short posts this week. I've been feeling a bit under the weather. It's been affecting my writing speed.
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"The first sign of trouble was when you started flying a search pattern, out in the open. Looking back on it now, I can see that you were acting as a diversion for Cinque; at the time, I believed you were either confirming that I'd gone to ground before entering my area, or attempting to narrow down my location more precisely.
Then I noticed that you were destroying my sensors- a sensible move, but not one that I'd considered when I designed the spell. It wasn't built to recognize the possibility. It took me some time, and a bit of experimentation, to realize what you were doing- once I had, I created another set of sensor globes, sent them on a circuitous route to disguise my position, and decided to make the first strike."
I rubbed my chin with one hand, thinking. "That reminds me. At the time, I thought you were destroying sensors to blind me- either by removing all the globes in the area, or by spreading them thin enough to create gaps in the network." Not an easy thing to do, but why let them know the reacquisition code needs work? "You weren't actually trying to accomplish either of those, were you?"
Tre inclined her head a bit- almost a nod, if I were feeling generous. "I was attempting to keep and hold your attention. It seems that it worked."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "That it did, Tre. That it did. It had me panicked enough to take the offensive. First mistake- never let the enemy dictate your actions.
Anyway, I found myself a spot near the far edge of the area, and began to charge my attack. I'd made sure to leave a building between you and me, selected a wide-area bombardment spell, and planned to fire it in an arc over the building. I was just over one second from firing when Cinque got to me."
Seeing Cinque begin to scowl, I sighed. "I can see three major mistakes, right there. First, I shouldn't have been out in the open. Should've found a firing position that you couldn't sneak up on me from... not to mention something less blatantly obvious. I know I should always act as if there's an enemy looking for me- I just haven't trained myself to act on it yet."
Cinque snorted. "You have no room for 'yet' or 'I know'. In combat, the only question asked is 'Are you good enough?'" She turned to Tre, and sighed. "Sister, I believe I've heard enough. Imma needs to be taken off of the combat roster for the time being. He's not ready."Well, that sounds reasonable. I'm certainly not... wait, what?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
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"The first sign of trouble was when you started flying a search pattern, out in the open. Looking back on it now, I can see that you were acting as a diversion for Cinque; at the time, I believed you were either confirming that I'd gone to ground before entering my area, or attempting to narrow down my location more precisely.
Then I noticed that you were destroying my sensors- a sensible move, but not one that I'd considered when I designed the spell. It wasn't built to recognize the possibility. It took me some time, and a bit of experimentation, to realize what you were doing- once I had, I created another set of sensor globes, sent them on a circuitous route to disguise my position, and decided to make the first strike."
I rubbed my chin with one hand, thinking. "That reminds me. At the time, I thought you were destroying sensors to blind me- either by removing all the globes in the area, or by spreading them thin enough to create gaps in the network." Not an easy thing to do, but why let them know the reacquisition code needs work? "You weren't actually trying to accomplish either of those, were you?"
Tre inclined her head a bit- almost a nod, if I were feeling generous. "I was attempting to keep and hold your attention. It seems that it worked."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "That it did, Tre. That it did. It had me panicked enough to take the offensive. First mistake- never let the enemy dictate your actions.
Anyway, I found myself a spot near the far edge of the area, and began to charge my attack. I'd made sure to leave a building between you and me, selected a wide-area bombardment spell, and planned to fire it in an arc over the building. I was just over one second from firing when Cinque got to me."
Seeing Cinque begin to scowl, I sighed. "I can see three major mistakes, right there. First, I shouldn't have been out in the open. Should've found a firing position that you couldn't sneak up on me from... not to mention something less blatantly obvious. I know I should always act as if there's an enemy looking for me- I just haven't trained myself to act on it yet."
Cinque snorted. "You have no room for 'yet' or 'I know'. In combat, the only question asked is 'Are you good enough?'" She turned to Tre, and sighed. "Sister, I believe I've heard enough. Imma needs to be taken off of the combat roster for the time being. He's not ready."Well, that sounds reasonable. I'm certainly not... wait, what?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.