[ Helljumpers, as a rule, don't tend towards grappling. Throwing another person around in full power armor means risking the structural integrity of whatever you're standing on. Better to keep your footing, to remain steady and weather the blows. But their training was thorough. Ephemera's not a grappler, but he fought with one for years. Crow was a goddamn beast in the field. Crow would throw an enemy down and follow them all the way, even through the floor. Even in the air.
The kid's fast. Ephemera's heavier. And while he goes down, he doesn't stay there, and takes the opening to aim a blow into the kid's torso. Hard.
Don't stay on the ground. It's over if you stay on the ground. He's not Crow, in the end, but he's always been adaptable.
And despite himself, Ephemera finds himself smiling.
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The kid's fast. Ephemera's heavier. And while he goes down, he doesn't stay there, and takes the opening to aim a blow into the kid's torso. Hard.
Don't stay on the ground. It's over if you stay on the ground. He's not Crow, in the end, but he's always been adaptable.
And despite himself, Ephemera finds himself smiling.
This is good. This is real. ]