Day 60: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingled at its standard time, with the Head Doctor still in his over-the-top, jovial mood. It seemed not even the evening light could keep down the love he held for his job.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope your soul is filled with music from last shift; I know mine is

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[avengingfists]

"For a bit," Ilia admitted, her eyes still on Lana's form. "My team found ourselves in a bit of a... special place last night that didn't have the same freedoms, though, so we lost that boost."

The left punch had been awkward but that was natural for a beginner. If Lana could harness the power of her left fist, she could become a real power fighter in a tough spot. Most people didn't expect left-handed shots to pack much punch, so it could be an effective strike if she ever found herself fighting a human opponent. She was fighting mostly monsters, rabid animals and fantastical creatures, so she needed more off-the-wall advice for fighting.

"Something to keep in mind, if it comes down to it," Ilia said, stepping back to allow Lana more room to practice. "If you know a monster is going to attack and you know you can't dodge out of the way or run without being hit anyway, use your non-dominant arm as your shield. If you let your legs get hit you won't be able to run away, and you need your dominant arm for attacking and everyday convenience."

She held up her left arm in front of her and across her chest. "If you can, work to make the attack hit the back of your arm. If you can avoid hits, that's for the best, but if you have no choice then sometimes sacrifices are necessary."

Lana made a good point about those who fight with words. If they couldn't survive against the monsters then they had to rely on the care of others, and who knew if that was a safe route to follow. What if they put their trust in the wrong person? "I worry about the kids here, too. Even the ones with powers have to deal with the all the dangers here." Ilia sighed. "That's one of the first things I'll demand to know when we finally get to Landel. Why did he choose us, and what is the purpose of bring non-fighters here?"

[fourstonewalls]

"I'll leave that to you, then." A smile tugged at the corner of Lana's mouth. Confidence was key; while it didn't guarantee victory, its lack was a road to certain defeat.

The thought that she could sacrifice her left arm, if necessary, increased hers tremendously. She felt easier when she had a plan laid out in front of her. It wasn't a very good plan, and it would only work once; she only had one left arm, after all, but it was a tiny morsel of one, and it was more than she'd had before.

...Morsel was perhaps not the best way she could have put that. Ah, well.

"Motive, method, and opportunity." She pretended to contemplate these, looking at her fists like they held invisible case briefs. "I'm afraid I'm ill-equipped to divine the latter two as well. I'll just have to delegate." The smile twitched into a laugh, nervous energy bubbling up -- it would be almost nostalgic, if it weren't so dire.

The intercom crackled to life, as if in response; if Lana had been a superstitious woman, she might have found the coincidence alarming. As it was, she just found it more amusing, though she got it under control before nerves burst into outright giggles. "Take care, Ilia, and thank you."