Mission 6b - Let's get ready to rumble!!!

Pretti says, “I appreciate that, Setsuko.” Glancing down at her hardware… (Are they temporary legs? Is she cyber? Was she cyber prior to getting the legs blown off?)

…Pretti asks, “How’re you holding up, by the way? The videos were… hard to watch. But I had to know.

“I’m not familiar with this game, but you’re Emiko’s friend. That’s really the difference between me agreeing to this and not. Well… that and I know how it is to cope with the loss of both legs.”

Sun's not too comfortable being the only guy in a group of three, so he just nods his heaf a quarter of an inch to Setsuko.

Feeling an awkward silence and folks expecting him to actually talk, he coughs a little, scrapes his throat, and speaks:
"Anything I can do to help Emiko, I will. I owe her that much."

“Ohhh… just paint? I’ll do my best. You’re gonna wear those safety goggles, right?” Pretti fires away!

Pistol [14]
4 hits - first check
5 hits - second
4 hits - third
4 hits - fourth

Not blood! Just red paint, Pretti assures herself.

Sun wriggles his finger behind the trigger. There's almost no space for him to move enough to pull the trigger, and aiming is just ridiculously difficult, as the barrel of the gun barely sticks out of his hand.

Pretti activates her skates for maximum speed and bolts as instructed!

3 hits - React + Int
4 hits - Pistols
5 hits - Gymnastics: Run + Tail

Frustrated, Sun kicks the gun, which flies across the room, ricochets off some rebar, flies towards a stray filing cabinet and bounces back to where Sun kicked it. Sun grumbles inaudibly, picks it back up, and does as told: shooting at Pretti, then running himself.

((Defaulting on Agility: 2 hits, no 1s))
((Reaction + intuition: 5 hits))
((Agility + Athletics: 4 hits))

Pretti certainly finds this game very weird, but… Setsuko not using her gun is interesting.

“So what do you do? Try to rush to the goal?” That seems to be what she was doing in that highlight video. “I’m sure that’s easier said than done.”

Hearing he's not allowed to use any weapons, Sun looks at his water-squirting staff and his hands. He then looks at Setsuko. "Am I allowed to use any of these, or are those illegal? And if I'm allowed to use my hands and feet in a fight, are there any restrictions?"

Pretti notes, “I kick a lot harder than I punch… not that I wanna risk causing an accidental death.” Whether kicking with her talons is allowed is Pretti’s question—which she only asks in punching and kicking is allowed.

—in a game where bullets are legal?!

“So I take it I can—and should—be ready to dodge an attack if I say I surrender?”

Pretti sinks into a mock defensive stance as Takao Yuudai taught her, though not as dancy since nobody is actually attacking.

“Oh… but if they keep attacking, I’m not gonna be penalized for fake-surrendering, am I?—I mean if I kick a guy in the face for shooting my hand off, for example.” She has her hands raised overhead as if surrendering as she says that.

“Ha-ha? What gave you that idea?”

Knowing this is a bloodsport and Setsuko’s an athlete, Pretti says, “I trained under a kick-boxer and I get the feeling Sun knows way more about the squared circle than I do. Fights are simple. Your sport’s complicated. Not dissing it—and I read the rules and the origins of the game and all that.

“But there’s a difference between reading a game and experiencing it. In a martial arts match, I know you can tap out when you’re in a choke hold. Your opponent knows a tap means stop—and you kinda trust your opponent to do that. If I didn’t ask, I’d assume hands-up isn’t a thing that my opponent will take as an opportunity to shoot my face off.

“Sounds like that’s such a danger I should expect it. If you hadn’t told us, I’d never know.

“That said,” she adds, “the highlight reel did clue me in about how the hotheads are willing to go. And that it’s obvious they were paid to throw the game and weaken your team. It’s obvious the refs don’t take cheating lightly.

“I have another thought, but…” She shudders at the image of poor Setsuko getting her legs blown off. “…maybe we just focus on being ready for Game Day, and play detective later.”

Sun's face shows a puzzled expression, not even knowing if a play is a round or til half-time or the whole game or til someone of the opposite team catches the ball.
"I barely understood a word you said, miss Setsuko. Play? Brawler? Scout? Dead balls? We gonna get shot down there?"
Sun shudders at the thought.
"Will we be wearing jockstraps to avoid that?"

He turns over at Pretti.
"I think she's right. Let's leave the theory at a minimum. We just got to do one game, so best to get us ready in a practical sense."