"Oh, good, you're enjoying this?" He says, but his tone is cocky, interested. His smile is lop-sided.
Until the knife is thrown, and Midnighter reaches for it on instinct, reflexes good enough to catch it midair, but-- No. It disappears immediately.
Midnighter sighs, and resists the urge to pop open the controller and rewire it. We'll play it the girl's way, first. He moves the control sticks, and the couch zooms closer. Moves them in the other direction, and they zoom back. He presses the X and the girl jumps back, throws her knife-- instinctively, Midnighter hits the O. They dodge.
"It's set up like some fighting game, I think. I'm not an expert on this either, it's just innate." He taps his head-- the computer-- with one hand while the girl throws another knife-- she seems to have an endless supply-- and Midnighter hits dodge on instinct. "If we can get close enough, you wanna try your fancy tricks again?"
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Until the knife is thrown, and Midnighter reaches for it on instinct, reflexes good enough to catch it midair, but-- No. It disappears immediately.
Midnighter sighs, and resists the urge to pop open the controller and rewire it. We'll play it the girl's way, first. He moves the control sticks, and the couch zooms closer. Moves them in the other direction, and they zoom back. He presses the X and the girl jumps back, throws her knife-- instinctively, Midnighter hits the O. They dodge.
"It's set up like some fighting game, I think. I'm not an expert on this either, it's just innate." He taps his head-- the computer-- with one hand while the girl throws another knife-- she seems to have an endless supply-- and Midnighter hits dodge on instinct. "If we can get close enough, you wanna try your fancy tricks again?"