[ The exhaustion is as universal as the shedding of it upon entering this false Matrix (false, as though the Matrix itself is any more real, but Steve is one who would argue in favor of the distinction). It doesn't completely reverse those hours of work, of continuing to move and fight because it's the only thing to do, whether or not your body wants to allow it. But plugging in mitigates some of the weariness in his head — with a different body, with familiarity. He knows how to keep moving wrapped in this code.
And so he does. After the first weeks of hard training, of relearning how to move and fight in the Matrix, without a good reason to be there his sim hours had dropped off significantly once he'd gotten the hang of it. This, though, is necessary, is a reason (a good excuse) to run unburdened by his own lungs.
Deuc will have plenty of time to tear through some of that initial wave before the shield cuts an improbable trajectory through a swath to his right, nearly decapitating the first few husks before it slows down enough to take down the rest in its path with blunt force. Steve follows it seconds later, a clean line now to retrieving it, flipping it up from the metal floor with his toe and into the chin of the husk it had stopped short of. Steve catches it out of the air before it can go high, too fast for — well — human eyes to follow, and turns to Deuc, stops only a little short to see his appearance, but after a moment he looks away to shove his arm through the straps of the shield. ]
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And so he does. After the first weeks of hard training, of relearning how to move and fight in the Matrix, without a good reason to be there his sim hours had dropped off significantly once he'd gotten the hang of it. This, though, is necessary, is a reason (a good excuse) to run unburdened by his own lungs.
Deuc will have plenty of time to tear through some of that initial wave before the shield cuts an improbable trajectory through a swath to his right, nearly decapitating the first few husks before it slows down enough to take down the rest in its path with blunt force. Steve follows it seconds later, a clean line now to retrieving it, flipping it up from the metal floor with his toe and into the chin of the husk it had stopped short of. Steve catches it out of the air before it can go high, too fast for — well — human eyes to follow, and turns to Deuc, stops only a little short to see his appearance, but after a moment he looks away to shove his arm through the straps of the shield. ]
Looks like I'm going your way.