[ Impossible victories are the only ones worth fighting for.
This isn't a fair match, that much is clear, but Misato has always used insurmountable challenges as fuel for her fire. This isn't about winning either, but about fighting on despite the near certainty of losing. An age-old tradition of ars moriendi taken into daily life, because she doesn't remember what it's like not to fight for survival every step of the way. The strongest are the most complacent, and she doesn't think herself strong. She takes the fall, knowing the precise moment to jerk her hand back, when his grip would be weakest owing to the shape of the human wrist, and gets back to her feet as soon as she can. She licks her lips. ]
Predictable.
[ That, unlike her calling him a bastard, is an insult. She spares no moment to rush back into the fight, preceding her physical attack with a mental one, a sudden deluge of salt water quickly filling a confined space, the faint scent of blood, diluted, followed by her spinning round once for distraction, for momentum, before aiming a roundhouse kick toward his side. ]
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This isn't a fair match, that much is clear, but Misato has always used insurmountable challenges as fuel for her fire. This isn't about winning either, but about fighting on despite the near certainty of losing. An age-old tradition of ars moriendi taken into daily life, because she doesn't remember what it's like not to fight for survival every step of the way. The strongest are the most complacent, and she doesn't think herself strong. She takes the fall, knowing the precise moment to jerk her hand back, when his grip would be weakest owing to the shape of the human wrist, and gets back to her feet as soon as she can. She licks her lips. ]
Predictable.
[ That, unlike her calling him a bastard, is an insult. She spares no moment to rush back into the fight, preceding her physical attack with a mental one, a sudden deluge of salt water quickly filling a confined space, the faint scent of blood, diluted, followed by her spinning round once for distraction, for momentum, before aiming a roundhouse kick toward his side. ]