[The arena is eerily quiet...even the spectators have all hushed themselves to watch how this battle unfolds, and what could happen next. It's a waiting game, stalking and skulking through the thick veil of steam to see even the hint of their opponent. Gareth was a skilled and experienced knight, and while Ochako was still just a Hero trainee, she excelled in forward thinking and coming up with schemes and ideas in the moment. It helps that she knew a bit about Gareth as well, but...mostly this is all being done on the fly.
Ochako doesn't react in time, seeing only the wisp of steam coming in from her blind spot before the pointed tip of Gareth's lance surges forward toward her. She feels her suit and flesh tear a bit, and knows that's going to need to be healed after the fight.]
Eeyyaargh--! [It stings like a motherfucker, and Ochako grits her teeth against the pain, feeling the blood soak into her suit - just a flesh wound, looks worse than it is. But! From this close range--] Agh...rgh...n-not. Yet!
[She grabs the tip of Gareth's lance and starts to heat her hands, and the metal of the lance. Come on, drop it!]
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Ochako doesn't react in time, seeing only the wisp of steam coming in from her blind spot before the pointed tip of Gareth's lance surges forward toward her. She feels her suit and flesh tear a bit, and knows that's going to need to be healed after the fight.]
Eeyyaargh--! [It stings like a motherfucker, and Ochako grits her teeth against the pain, feeling the blood soak into her suit - just a flesh wound, looks worse than it is. But! From this close range--] Agh...rgh...n-not. Yet!
[She grabs the tip of Gareth's lance and starts to heat her hands, and the metal of the lance. Come on, drop it!]