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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2016 12:33:26 AM
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"Sure! How much do you know already? Just so I can gauge where to start you at."
Cannon replies with a grin.
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[i]Pan gets into a better looking position than last time, but seems off balance.[/i] "One more fight so you can guage. I'm warning you that I'm trying this time." [i]She laughs.[/i]
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Cannon smiles, not bothering to pull on his helmet as he slides into a fighting stance. "Go ahead. I'll be fine."
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[i]Pan seems to stumble forward, but out of the stumbling she uses her momentum to powerfully kick Cannon in the chest.[/i]
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Cannon rolls to the side, allowing the blow to push him along. "When you take a hit, try to move with it. That will lessen the blow." He instructs her, giving a quick jab at her stomach once she turns around.
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[i]With a red flash she manages to catch the punch and twist the arm while she knees Cannon's stomach.[/i] "This is kinda fun!"
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"Uf! Yeah. You're actually doing pretty well. Are you sure you haven't had any training?" He steps back, putting his arms in a defensive position.
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[i]Pan shrugs.[/i] "Maybe when they were trying to make me an agent they made a couple of things muscle memory.....Umm.... I mean, I don't know?"
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"Wait, agent? Muscle memory? What?" Cannon's guard drops as he cocks his head in confusion.
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[i]Pan nervously laugh and starts to walk backwards, towards the exit.[/i] "Nothing, Cannon. It's nothing..."
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Cannon gives her a disbelieving look. "Are you sure?"
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[i]Pan nods quickly.[/i] "Just me being me! Y'know how random I can be! I'm Pan....right?"
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"Alright. If you're not going to tell me, I'll just have to trust you on it." He nods. "Now, where were we?"
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[i]Pan vanishes and reappears on Cannon's back. She wraps her legs around his neck and flips him to the ground.[/i] "Wee!"
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"Whoa!" Cannon topples over, pulling Pan down as he goes and on his back with her on top.
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[i]Pan sits on top of Cannon's chest and giggles.[/i] "This is fun!"
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"Ow..." The Mandalorian mutters, rubbing the back of his head. "Why is it every time I take off that helmet around you, I get hit in the head?"
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[i]Pan knocks on the helmet on her head.[/i] "Maybe you should wear this more often."
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"You're right. And I'd probably look a lot nicer that way too." He laughs.
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[i]Pan shakes her head and taps the helmet on her head[/i]. "No, your face is handsome! I'm the one who should keep a helmet on."
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Cannon looks surprised. "Why? You're... You're beautiful!" He blushes furiously as he stutters. "W-why would you cover your face? Besides for protection in combat that is?"
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[i]Pan turns her head away from Cannon.[/i] "I-It was...."
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"Pan'ika," he asks cautiously, "what's wrong?"
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[i]Pan took off her helmet. Everything about her face seemed fine, but she wasn't opening her eyes.[/i]
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"Cyar'ika, look at me please." Cannon urges worriedly as he slowly sits up, gently brushing his thumb across her cheek.
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[i]Pan starts to cry and shakes her head.[/i] "You shouldn't see me like this..." [i]Reluctantly she opens her eyes. Her eyes are dark red with small black marks randomly placed.[/i]
