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[14thcommander]

It's Hange, Hange, Hange! Were you looking for me? I'll get back to you posthaste. Or when it's convenient.

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[ninefox]

"Probably fewer humans than I have," he points out. "And I am taking it seriously!" he insists. "Oh - not a terrible Earth sword. A calendrical sword. And anyway if it happens on the ship, sufficient explosives would probably risk too much collateral."

He leans forward, booping his nose against her chiding finger.

"I promise to use some guns. How do they react when blinded?"

[14thcommander]

"Maybe so, but -" She boops his nose. She rolls with the boop. "But they're probably more directly dangerous than your scrap of a flesh body. The scale, you see - decreased density won't have discernible impact on my strength - anyway titans do use sight to hunt humans at close range, so blinding will help, but the eyes will regenerate too. Your average titan can regrow its head in about two minutes and keep on trucking so be careful. What's a calendrical sword?"

[ninefox]

"I'll show you. Talk to me about speed," he says again, because that's where the real tactical edge comes in, maneuvering and out-maneuvering.

He pulls what looks like an empty hilt from his belt, a beautiful swept basket hilt, with scrollwork engraving on the grip and pommel. He angles it carefully away from both of them, and then ignites the blade, a vivid sweep of orange light, tiny numbers flowing in the center of the beam.

"Don't touch, it slices through living tissue like it's nothing, but it won't damage the barge itself. And -" he flicks it into lance mode: the beam leaps forward, trebling in length until it his the wall and stops, a silent gleaming barrier across the room.

[14thcommander]

“Speed is hard to describe because it can be so variable.”

Hange studies the blade of light with deep interest - it reminds her of Luke’s lightsaber, and lets out a low, impressed whistle at the lance length.

“Does it weigh anything?” Ah, made of pure light, it must be so nice to handle. She wouldn’t want Jedao’s world’s problems, but the weaponry, wow!

“I think our best option, in this case, might be to try you out in the enclosure against a titan or two. If we’re really lucky, I’d transform with arms and legs so spindly I wouldn’t be able to move at all.” A deformity she’s familiar with. “But we can’t count on that. I might wind up an aberrant type, as well. An aberrant type titan displays unusual behavior, the most dangerous being more intelligence than usual. Your big advantage is that when transformed, I’ll probably be about as dumb as a brick, and incapable of planning or strategizing whatsoever. Aberrant types can be speedier than usual, demonstrate more endurance, be smarter, active during night when usually they need sunlight to move... it varies.”

[ninefox]

"Weight no, but there's a small amount of inertia."

Jedao drums his fingers. on the table.

"One of my strengths," he tells her, contemplatively, "Is a slightly uncanny ability to predict my opponents. But I don't know how well it would hold for creatures so far from human. Start with dumb ones and work my way up?"

[14thcommander]

“Let’s start dumb and small. I think smaller might be more dangerous in the confines of the barge - not that titans have any compunction against smashing down walls and crushing in doors, but my mobility would be at least somewhat hindered if I changed into a big titan while on board. A smaller titan would be able to traverse the halls easily.”

Plus, there’s the intimidation factor of battling a creature that’s thirty to forty-five feet tall. Jedao seems very confident, but Hange isn’t, so much - she’s definitely seen soldiers crack in direct combat with titans. A small one will give him some idea of what the behavior is like, without being so alarming in terms of height.

[ninefox]

"Fine," Jedao huffs, a little exasperated, a little indulgent; he sounds like a kid agreeing to wear a sweater on cold day. Fine, mom.

[14thcommander]

Very expressively, Hange rolls her eye.

“Good. I’ll pencil you in.”