[ The scene erupts and, for a few moments, Pyrrha can only watch.
She has never - ever - seen Jaune attack someone out of anger. Sanctioned combat, yes, and fights with the Grimm. This is something else entirely, so hot blooded it's almost hard to watch, even for a seasoned combatant like herself. Even if his opponent is a programmed automaton.
There's a faint crack when his knuckles hit the robot's chin and that alone would be enough for alarm, but he carries on regardless. Crocea Mors rings from its sheath and whistles cuttingly through the air - but the sounds that fellow, metal grinding through metal without remorse, the vague beeps and whirs of a CPU losing power, they're far less pleasant. Pyrrha tells this moment through its sounds, standing too still for too long.
Because, she's realised - he's not talking to the robot. Not really. Later, that knowledge will help dislodge the blockage disconnecting her from her wider pool of grief, mortification and guilt. For now, she simply sets it aside, like she's done so many things today, and does what needs to be done.
She gives him a second longer to slow down, and when he doesn't, Pyrrha's hand wraps around his wrist, stopping his downward swing midway. It's difficult to cull momentum but as strong as Jaune is, she's still stronger.
Shaking her head lightly, she gives him a sad look. ]
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She has never - ever - seen Jaune attack someone out of anger. Sanctioned combat, yes, and fights with the Grimm. This is something else entirely, so hot blooded it's almost hard to watch, even for a seasoned combatant like herself. Even if his opponent is a programmed automaton.
There's a faint crack when his knuckles hit the robot's chin and that alone would be enough for alarm, but he carries on regardless. Crocea Mors rings from its sheath and whistles cuttingly through the air - but the sounds that fellow, metal grinding through metal without remorse, the vague beeps and whirs of a CPU losing power, they're far less pleasant. Pyrrha tells this moment through its sounds, standing too still for too long.
Because, she's realised - he's not talking to the robot. Not really. Later, that knowledge will help dislodge the blockage disconnecting her from her wider pool of grief, mortification and guilt. For now, she simply sets it aside, like she's done so many things today, and does what needs to be done.
She gives him a second longer to slow down, and when he doesn't, Pyrrha's hand wraps around his wrist, stopping his downward swing midway. It's difficult to cull momentum but as strong as Jaune is, she's still stronger.
Shaking her head lightly, she gives him a sad look. ]
I think we've done enough here for today.