Chocolate #22 - Anticipation
Title: Surprise?
Challenge: Chocolate #22 - Anticipation
Word Count: 399
A/n: This one was fun to write, too. =D “Anticipation” comes from the fact that she’s training in anticipation of battle/keeping the peace/a mission/what have you. 8D
Samantha jumped backward and swiped the glaive at an enemy. She growled when the counterbalance threw her next swing off, and yelped when the training simulator froze. A mild alarm began, and she swore.
“Simulation off,” she muttered. The enemies, allies, civilians, and landscape all disappeared, and the alarm ceased.
Samantha walked to a bench in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel. While she wiped her face and neck, she set the glaive with its damned counterbalance on the ground.
“You sit tight,” she muttered to her weapon, and she sat on the bench. She rested for a minute or two and sipped some water. Samantha took a deep breath, set down her water and towel, and picked up her glaive.
“One more go,” she muttered to herself as she stood up. “Simulation begin,” she said aloud.
“Simulation A-1: Glaive, with counterbalance?” a computerized voice prompted her to affirm.
Samantha growled. “Affirmative.” The simulation appeared, shimmered, and whirled to life.
Samantha jumped and twirled her glaive, eliminating computerized opponents and taking minor damage in-simulation.
Moments before she swiped through her final enemy, he kicked out a leg into her glaive’s counterbalance. It swung backwards, taking her glaive in the opposite direction, and stealing the footing from underneath her feet. The gentle alarm sounded again as Samantha tripped and fell on her butt.
“Rrg!” Samantha got up and rubbed her sore behind. “Begin simulation. Affirmative,” she said, cutting the computerized voice off.
The simulation blinked to life again, and Samantha jumped into the action. Not two minutes later, the pneumatic hiss of the room’s doors opening cut into Samantha’s perception. The simulation halted automatically, and Samantha whirled around to face the intruder.
“Need a sparring partner?” a familiar voice asked.
Samantha blinked, once. “Mikhail!” She smiled and stood straight.
“Although you look like you’re doing fine on your own,” he added.
Samantha glanced at the tangled chain of her glaive’s counterbalance and rolled her eyes. “When did you get back?” she asked. She walked to the bench where her water sat.
“Earlier today,” Mikhail answered. “I’m not back for long, though. I’m leaving tomorrow on another mission.”
Samantha frowned. “Is it another three-month long mission?” she asked.
Mikhail laughed. “No, this one is only supposed to be a few weeks. Still, though, it’s long enough, right?”
Samantha laughed as she sipped her water. “Isn’t that the truth.”
Challenge: Chocolate #22 - Anticipation
Word Count: 399
A/n: This one was fun to write, too. =D “Anticipation” comes from the fact that she’s training in anticipation of battle/keeping the peace/a mission/what have you. 8D
Samantha jumped backward and swiped the glaive at an enemy. She growled when the counterbalance threw her next swing off, and yelped when the training simulator froze. A mild alarm began, and she swore.
“Simulation off,” she muttered. The enemies, allies, civilians, and landscape all disappeared, and the alarm ceased.
Samantha walked to a bench in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel. While she wiped her face and neck, she set the glaive with its damned counterbalance on the ground.
“You sit tight,” she muttered to her weapon, and she sat on the bench. She rested for a minute or two and sipped some water. Samantha took a deep breath, set down her water and towel, and picked up her glaive.
“One more go,” she muttered to herself as she stood up. “Simulation begin,” she said aloud.
“Simulation A-1: Glaive, with counterbalance?” a computerized voice prompted her to affirm.
Samantha growled. “Affirmative.” The simulation appeared, shimmered, and whirled to life.
Samantha jumped and twirled her glaive, eliminating computerized opponents and taking minor damage in-simulation.
Moments before she swiped through her final enemy, he kicked out a leg into her glaive’s counterbalance. It swung backwards, taking her glaive in the opposite direction, and stealing the footing from underneath her feet. The gentle alarm sounded again as Samantha tripped and fell on her butt.
“Rrg!” Samantha got up and rubbed her sore behind. “Begin simulation. Affirmative,” she said, cutting the computerized voice off.
The simulation blinked to life again, and Samantha jumped into the action. Not two minutes later, the pneumatic hiss of the room’s doors opening cut into Samantha’s perception. The simulation halted automatically, and Samantha whirled around to face the intruder.
“Need a sparring partner?” a familiar voice asked.
Samantha blinked, once. “Mikhail!” She smiled and stood straight.
“Although you look like you’re doing fine on your own,” he added.
Samantha glanced at the tangled chain of her glaive’s counterbalance and rolled her eyes. “When did you get back?” she asked. She walked to the bench where her water sat.
“Earlier today,” Mikhail answered. “I’m not back for long, though. I’m leaving tomorrow on another mission.”
Samantha frowned. “Is it another three-month long mission?” she asked.
Mikhail laughed. “No, this one is only supposed to be a few weeks. Still, though, it’s long enough, right?”
Samantha laughed as she sipped her water. “Isn’t that the truth.”