"Hah. Well. Heaven forbid they get up to mischief."
In contrast to the shifting, Nihlus is almost completely still. There's a liquid ease in his form though, steady and primed.
"Weapons training?"
Rinzler? he wonders in silence as Clu makes his move.
That jab is smoothly deflected with back of a dark, scaled fist. Nihlus' knuckles glide briefly over a yellow circuit line, a fleeting touch, testing- then his hand turns inwards to try and clamp over Clu's forearm, free hand coming up to grab the back of the elbow. Unless stopped, the Spectre will execute a quick, tidy little step-turn and gently send the admin shoulder-first into the floor.
"You mean with disks?" he asks, undertones thrumming, light and playful.
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In contrast to the shifting, Nihlus is almost completely still. There's a liquid ease in his form though, steady and primed.
"Weapons training?"
Rinzler? he wonders in silence as Clu makes his move.
That jab is smoothly deflected with back of a dark, scaled fist. Nihlus' knuckles glide briefly over a yellow circuit line, a fleeting touch, testing- then his hand turns inwards to try and clamp over Clu's forearm, free hand coming up to grab the back of the elbow. Unless stopped, the Spectre will execute a quick, tidy little step-turn and gently send the admin shoulder-first into the floor.
"You mean with disks?" he asks, undertones thrumming, light and playful.