"I think you've got enough nice moves of your own!" Lucy calls back.
She only gives the field of poles the briefest thought of dismay before she's engaging. It doesn't seem smart to use her new cyberware here; the tops of the poles are small, and she has little enough control in flight as it is, there's no way she'd be able to aim right. But Musashi is already halfway across in the time it takes Lucy to look at the obstacle, and if she does this manually, she's not catching up.
She tries nonetheless, hopping from one pole to the next. She's light enough on her feet, but this is a kind of gymnastics that she never trained for, so she's not fast enough. Not nearly fast enough for her tastes.
Lucy grits her teeth, tells herself to suck it up, and fires up the cyberware again. Palms back, level to the ground. It'll be a while before she develops the instinctual feel for angle and velocity, but she's here to train. There's no time like the present.
The cyberware gives her a kick forward and up, but she's wobbly in the air as she tries to aim for a pole halfway down the field. Lucy touches down with one foot, too close to the side, arms pinwheeling as she tries to keep her balance, nowhere else to set her other foot, and has to awkwardly jump to another pole. She shoots a look at Musashi, a fierce don't you dare laugh, before she tries again. At this point, she's just keeping up with Musashi, but in her book, that's a pretty fucking good accomplishment.
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She only gives the field of poles the briefest thought of dismay before she's engaging. It doesn't seem smart to use her new cyberware here; the tops of the poles are small, and she has little enough control in flight as it is, there's no way she'd be able to aim right. But Musashi is already halfway across in the time it takes Lucy to look at the obstacle, and if she does this manually, she's not catching up.
She tries nonetheless, hopping from one pole to the next. She's light enough on her feet, but this is a kind of gymnastics that she never trained for, so she's not fast enough. Not nearly fast enough for her tastes.
Lucy grits her teeth, tells herself to suck it up, and fires up the cyberware again. Palms back, level to the ground. It'll be a while before she develops the instinctual feel for angle and velocity, but she's here to train. There's no time like the present.
The cyberware gives her a kick forward and up, but she's wobbly in the air as she tries to aim for a pole halfway down the field. Lucy touches down with one foot, too close to the side, arms pinwheeling as she tries to keep her balance, nowhere else to set her other foot, and has to awkwardly jump to another pole. She shoots a look at Musashi, a fierce don't you dare laugh, before she tries again. At this point, she's just keeping up with Musashi, but in her book, that's a pretty fucking good accomplishment.