[ Up until the last few minutes leading up to the race, Misato can be found training with the kind of focus that should be reserved for a battle to the death, and not a fabricated hunt for toy buffalos using glorified paint balls.
This time she is trying her hand at using the ornate Sarvat, fitting it with one of the dulled training spears and aiming it at a rock formation some distance away. She knows how to wield it, that much is clear, and the spear flies straight toward her target, but estimating the bounciness of alien steel against Hyrypian stones is another matter altogether. As soon as the blade makes contact with the rock, it bounces off into the air like a runaway albatross before gravity pulls it back down, down toward the only host that wouldn't be able to see it coming.
She takes off toward him in the impossible hope of pushing him out of danger, knowing full well that she won't make it, but her dread precedes her, surging across the field like a deafening car alarm. ]
WILDCARD!
This time she is trying her hand at using the ornate Sarvat, fitting it with one of the dulled training spears and aiming it at a rock formation some distance away. She knows how to wield it, that much is clear, and the spear flies straight toward her target, but estimating the bounciness of alien steel against Hyrypian stones is another matter altogether. As soon as the blade makes contact with the rock, it bounces off into the air like a runaway albatross before gravity pulls it back down, down toward the only host that wouldn't be able to see it coming.
She takes off toward him in the impossible hope of pushing him out of danger, knowing full well that she won't make it, but her dread precedes her, surging across the field like a deafening car alarm. ]
Look out!